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CREEP ── c.sn

synopsis ; you thought that san was this perfect roommate, but that image shatters right before your eyes as you stumble across something you shouldn't have.

pairing(s) ; san x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 4.1k ☆ ── genre ; smut, roommate!san, perv!san ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, recording w/o permission, dub!con/borderline non!con, unprotected sex, fingering, clit play, kissing, messy/rough makeout, blood, biting/marking, mean dom!san x sub!reader, slight degration, petnames (princess...), stalker(ish) vibes/behavior, mentions of masturbation (f.), power play, manhandling, multiple orgasms, squirting, choking, slight breath play, rough sex, overstimulation, slight dumbification, creampie, obsessive behavior, low-key yandere san, cum eating, lmk if I missed anything! ☆ ── notes ; this one is pretty self-explanatory, but creep gave me such stalker/perv vibes and knew I needed to cook smth up for him. also this one is more on the darker side of things so PLEASEEE mind the tags, I beg 🙏

At first, you were so hesitant about having a guy roommate because of all of the horror stories that you had heard online. But San was different. He was sweet, kind, and most of all, always respected your boundaries.

At least you thought he did.

He never entered your room without knocking, even if the door was open. He always made sure to double-check if the leftovers in the fridge were yours before he either ate them or threw them out when he was cleaning. He even asks if you’re okay with him entering your personal space when he shows you something or vice versa.

All in all, he was the perfect roommate.

It wasn’t until that you started getting a little too comfortable around him that it seemed like a switch flipped. You started walking around the apartment without a bra on or even in the shortest pair of sleep shorts you own. Walking to your room with only a towel on when you forgot your clothes in your bedroom after taking a shower or bath.

You started to notice that his gaze would linger on your lips or collarbones that peeked out the top of your oversized t-shirt, sometimes even your exposed cleavage when you wore low-cut shirts. You didn’t think much of it because he never did anything other than stare, and he was an attractive man, so you kind of liked the attention.

Then, a few weeks later, you started to notice that some of your favorite pairs of panties were missing from your laundry. You didn’t think too much of it because you knew that the washer liked to eat your clothes sometimes, so you brushed it off.

That was until you went to San’s bedroom looking for the laptop charger that you had let him borrow. He wasn’t home, so you didn’t think too much about just entering his bedroom.

It was clean and neat, not exactly all that surprising to you, seeing as he was pretty good about cleaning up after himself. Everything was organized and placed with precision, but the only thing that was out of place was his bed. It was unmade, blankets strewn about, and pillows unfluffed, as if he had just been sleeping in it.

You brushed it off, seeing as it was only about ten in the morning, and it did seem like it left in a rush.

Walking over to his bed, you noticed that his laptop was sitting open on one side, the screen black, probably timed out from how long it’s been sitting there. Then you noticed the charger, your charger, still connected to it.

Making your way around the bed, you grabbed the laptop, turned it, and unplugged the cord. You started reaching for the other end, but the screen came to life, and your eyes grew wide at the sight before you.

There on the screen was live surveillance footage. It wasn’t showing places where you would normally have cameras. No, the few rooms that you could see were the living room, pointed directly where you usually sit on the sofa. There were two cameras in the bathroom, one capturing the entire room while the other was pointed into the shower. Then the last one.

It was your bedroom.

Your mouth went dry as you stared at the screen, and questions started to flood your brain. How long had he been watching you? What all did he see? Where were the cameras placed, and why hadn’t you noticed them before?

Like your body had a mind of its own, your hand reached for the device, letting your fingers move the cursor until you clicked on the file icon at the bottom. Your heart started hammering when you saw multiple files inside, all dated.

Scrolling down, you realized that the very first file was dated a few weeks after you had moved in. Going back to the top, you saw that the newest one was dated for just last night. You sat down on the bed after clicking on the file from last night, the ringing in your ears growing louder as you waited for the files to load.

You bit your lip as your shaky hand moved the cursor over the video from your bedroom. The timestamp was all too familiar.

It wasn’t bright in the room, but there was enough light to see what exactly you were doing. You were lying on the bed, legs parted just enough to see your fingers playing with your aching clit. The soft sounds of your moans flowed through the speakers. You had tried to be quiet because you had thought San was in bed, asleep.

You know you shouldn’t be watching any of these, but you also couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. He had seen so much of you with your knowledge. Heard things that you were sure would never reach his ears. Now you were sure that he knew things that made your stomach turn.

Then the next video played, and it confirmed all of your fears.

It was from earlier that week when you had hung out with San all day long, and he just wouldn’t leave your head long after you’d gone to bed. The only way you could try to relieve the tension was by getting yourself off. You hadn’t even meant to say his name, but you heard it clearly through the speakers. It was quiet, but it was there.

Your face grew warm from embarrassment, and you leaned back as if it would help you not to hear anything. Then you felt the fabric under your fingertips, the lace unmistakable. Turning your head, you noticed that your hand was underneath one of his pillows.

Biting your tongue, you grabbed the fabric and pulled it out, your heart hammering against your ribcage. A pair of your red lace panties hung from your fingers, the fabric was stiff and crusted, like it had been covered in something that had since then hardened.

A small gasp fell from your lips as it dawned on you as to what he had been doing with them. Dropping the article of clothing, you turned your body and moved some of his pillows, where you found a few more of your missing panties.

You were so caught up in everything that you had just found that you hadn’t even heard the door creak open or it latching behind the person. That was until you heard his voice and your blood ran cold.

“Didn’t they teach you not to snoop in people’s rooms?”

His voice caused you to jump. You slammed the laptop closed and stood to your feet, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. You swallowed thickly, finger pointing to the now closed device.

“You’ve been watching me.” Your voice wavered slightly, but your eyes never left his.

He didn’t try to deny it, not even in the slightest. He hummed, hands crossing over his chest as he took a step towards you before stopping.

His lack of response frightened you; your whole body shook as you tried to make sense of all of this. You then pointed to the now-unhidden stash of your missing underwear.

“And you’ve been stealing my underwear.”

He once again hummed, taking another step towards you, “You left your clothes unattended in the laundry room. Made it way too easy.”

“That doesn’t mean you can just take my clothes!” You exclaimed, ears burning bright red at the thought of him rummaging through your clothes.

He took another step towards you, slowly closing the distance between you, but instead of moving away like you knew you should, you stayed put. Anticipation bubbling in your chest as you watch him.

“What about the cameras?” You asked, pointing back at the laptop, and your heart squeezed at the smile that tugged on the corner of his lips. It was dark and filled with amusement.

“You made that even easier.” His eyes darkened as he took yet another step towards you, rounding the bed to stand just a few feet in front of you. “At first, I was sure that you would notice, head always on a swivel, always alert, always expecting something. But just cater to proving your fears wrong, and bingo, I was in.”

Your eyes grew wide as you realized what he meant: “You planned all of this?”

He hummed once more, that smirk spreading further across his lips, “Now you’re starting to use that pretty head, sweetheart.” It was like he was mocking you, but that stupid nickname falling from his lips made your knees weak.

“This is illegal. I could turn this into the police.” You told him, trying to sound threatening, but your voice shook as he took another step towards you.

“But you won’t.”

Your throat tightened, “I will–”

“You won’t.” His voice was stern, and you hated how it made you clench around nothing. “Wanna know how I know you won’t?” He asked, stalking towards you, his arms falling back to his sides as he neared you.

You wanted to scream at him that you would take this to the cops. That this wasn’t right, and you would move out as soon as you could. That you could ruin the rest of his perverted dreams right here, right now. Yet the moment he was right in front of you, face merely inches away from yours as he bent at the waist, you knew that you wouldn’t. And you hated that the most.

“Because at some point, you hoped that I’d see you. That I’d hear you.” His voice was low, causing a chill to run down your spine. You looked at him with wide eyes, lip caught between your teeth. “Hear you moaning my name, watch you play with yourself wishing that it was my hands instead.”

Your heart nearly stopped as he continued, tears of embarrassment brimming in your eyes. “I wasn’t–”

“Don’t lie to yourself, princess. Would you like me to play the video again?” He asked, his hand reaching for the laptop that still lay closed on the bed.

“No!” You exclaimed, grabbing his arm to pull him away from the device.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed.” He whispered in your ear, warm breath fanning over your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You hadn’t even realized how much closer you had gotten to him until you turned your head, finding his face just a hair away from yours.

You released your hold on his arm and tried to take a step back as your heart hammered in your chest, but you didn’t get too far. San was quicker. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against his and holding you there firmly.

“Let me go!” You pushed against his chest, but his grip held firm, never wavering, and god, did you hate how that made your gut twist.

“I don’t think I will.” He told you, head dipping down to your jaw, and your body froze at the feeling of his lips brushing over your heated skin. “And I don’t think you want me to either.”

“I do–”

“No, you don’t. If you did, you would’ve moved earlier, and you definitely wouldn’t be rubbing your thighs together so pathetically.” His words made you flinch because you knew he was right, and you wanted to slap yourself for it.

“I am not. Now let me go–” You barely got to finish your sentence when his lips were on yours, his other hand tangling in your hair to keep you in place as you shoved and hit his chest. It wasn’t gentle, not even in the slightest, no, it was punishing and full of raw desire.

Then you bit his lip. Hard.

“Son of a bitch.” He cursed, pulling away from you and bringing his hand to his lip.

“You’re an ass.” You breathed out, once again trying to twist out of his hold.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he had you pinned down on his bed, his hand pinning your wrists above your head. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the dark and predatory gleam in his eyes as he looked down at you, his bottom lip covered in a thin layer of blood from where you bit him.

“Don’t be a brat. You’re the one who wanted this.” He growled, slotting his body against yours, successfully pinning you completely underneath him.

“I don’t want this, San. Please just let me go.” You cried out, but not because of what he was doing. No, your words had been a lie. You cried because, as much as you knew this was wrong, you found yourself soaking your underwear.

“Really? Then why aren’t you trying to fight against me?” He asked, a knowing smirk spreading across his lips.

He was right. You weren’t fighting against him. If anything, you were submitting to him, just like he wanted, and you hated it. You hated him. Hated the way that he was always right and that he could read you like the back of his hand. But you hated yourself even more because there was a part of you-a dark, deep, and dangerous part of you–that was enjoying this more than you should be.

When you didn’t say a word, he chuckled, head dipping down to your jaw, lips latching onto your skin. Then his hand slipped under the waistband of your sleep shorts, fingers parting your folds and instantly finding your throbbing clit. You tried to speak, scream, anything, but the only sound that left your lips was a pathetic whimper.

His lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, leaving wet kisses in his wake, but he made sure to leave marks. Big, deep red marks he knew you couldn’t hide. His teeth grazed over your jugular as he slid two fingers into your weeping cunt.

“S-San, d-don’t.” You choked out as he started to fuck his fingers into you, his thumb still pressing against your clit in tight circles.

He detached his lips from your skin before hovering over you once more, eyes boring right into yours as he continued to curl his fingers against your walls.

“Tell me to stop.” He spoke quietly, but his actions persisted.

You opened your mouth, but you hesitated. A part of you knew this was wrong, so, so, so wrong, but the other part of you crumbled under the desire that pooled in his dark orbs. Then the words fell from your parted lips, “I can’t. I want it.” Your voice dripped with need.

He smiled, a sinister, triumphant smile. You were right where he knew you’d fall, right where he wanted you. Then his fingers sped up, eyes studying your features as your head fell back, face twisting in pleasure.

You gasped when he released your lips just to wrap that same hand around your throat. He squeezed just enough to make your moans come out strangled—a dark, dangerous grin spreading across his face.

When he moved his hand, you felt him brush over that spongy spot deep in your walls, and shocks of pleasure rippling all throughout your body. You choked out a moan, hips jerking against him. He chuckled, lips finding yours once more in a bruising kiss.

You could barely keep up with his pace, white spots clouding your vision due to the lack of oxygen. Spit spilled past your joined lips, trickling down your cheeks and jaw. San swallowed each and every sound you made as he pulled your body closer and closer to an orgasm.

The lewd sound from your drenched cunt filled the room, making your head spin. A whimper falling from your lips as San bit at your bottom lip, pulling back before releasing it. Your body felt like it had been set ablaze, and the pleasure became almost overbearing as he abused your sweet spot. Another whimper fell from your parted lips, your body tensing under his, ready to shatter entirely.

San watched you like a predator would its prey, soaking in the way your body reacted to his. Your hands gripping at his forearm as he squeezed your throat. Tears spilling from the corner of your eyes as he continued to fuck his fingers deep into you. He knew you were close, your body just begging for that sweet release.

“Cum for me.” He demanded, thumb pressing firmly against your twitching clit, “cum on my fingers and I’ll give you what you really want.”

That was all that was needed for that coil deep in your gut to snap. You came with a strangled cry, body shaking underneath him as he continued to work his fingers into you. His pace never slowing, dragging your orgasm on, watching sadistically as you tried to beg him to stop, but your words came out incoherent. Your nails dug into his forearm as he pulled another, unexpected, orgasm from your still spazzing pussy.

“S-San!” You screamed his name, vision turning white from the intensity, and back arching off the mattress.

Then finally, he pulled his fingers from your abused walls, giving you a chance to breathe. Opening your eyes, you felt your gut twist once more as you watched him stick his fingers in his mouth. His eyes held yours as he made a show of licking every last drop of your juices off his digits.

“You taste so fucking sweet.” He growled, the sound going straight to your pussy and making you whimper. He chuckled, leaning over you once more, “Want a taste?”

He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before his lips molded over yours, tongue parting your lips, and you let him. You let him invade your mouth, and you mewled at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“You’re mine, whether you like it or not.” He growled against your lips, free hand wrapping around the waistband of your bottoms and pulling them off your body along with your underwear.

“You’re obsessed.” You gasped out as he pulled away from your body to grab your bare hips, his dark gaze falling to your exposed heat.

He didn’t say a word, just made quick work of his pants and boxers, throwing them somewhere in the room. It wasn’t like he needed to say anything; the way his eyes trailed your bare body and the way his hands gripped your skin was all telling.

Your eyes widened as you watched him drop a ball of spit on your pussy, a chill running down your spine as you felt it trail from your clit to your entrance. Then his tip was poking at your slit, but not quite pushing in.

“If I’m obsessed, what does that make you, princess?” He cooed, hands tightening on your hips. A choked scream fell from your lips when he buried his cock in your walls with just a single thrust. “You were the one begging for this cock, weren’t you?”

He berated you as he pulled out to just the tip before slamming his hips back against yours. Your brain started to fog over as he kept his ruthless pace, and a series of incoherent moans fell from your swollen lips. His hand then found purchase on your neck once again, squeezing gently, causing your eyes to roll back.

“Do you still want me to stop, princess?” He hummed, leaning over your body, pushing himself deeper into your walls.

“F-Fuck! No–fuck, don’t stop, please.” You choked out, begging him as your hand grabbed his shoulder, nails digging into his shoulder to try and ground yourself.

“That’s what I thought.” He growled, lips latching onto yours, stealing all of the air from your lungs.

His pace was brutal and relentless, his hips slamming into you repeatedly. The loud sound of wet skin slapping and a mixture of your choked moans and his groans filled the room.

“S-San!” Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your high crash over you, body convulsing underneath his.

He didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down, easily throwing your body into a state of overstimulation, tears cascaded down your face, and broken moans left your lips. Your hips jerked when he moved his hand from your neck down to your pussy, fingers finding your clit.

“N-No!” You cried out, reaching down to push his hands away, but he just grabbed your wrists, using them as leverage to fuck into you. He used his other hand to play with your clit, and you felt that coil in your gut tighten quickly, way too quickly.

You didn’t even have a chance to warn him before your body started to seize, your release gushing out of you in waves, drenching San’s cock and the sheets underneath you. San groaned, eyes locked on your dripping cunt as he worked more of your sweet release out despite your pleas for him to stop.

“So fucking filthy.” He growled, lips pulling into that same sinister smirk, and you wished the ground would swallow you whole, but you didn’t have much to think about it before he pressed roughly against your clit once more, “I want you to do it again.”

Then his pace picked up even more, if that were possible, he released your wrists to grab your legs, throwing them over his shoulder. The new angle had you seeing stars and gasping for air. He hit your sweet spot repeatedly, not giving you even a millisecond to catch up.

Your loud moans bounced off the walls, hand pressing against his lower abdomen in hopes of getting him to at least slow down, but he never did. His grip on your hips was bruising, nails digging into your soft flesh, threatening to break skin.

“This pussy is all mine. You’re all mine.” He growled, slamming into you at an animalistic pace, knocking all of the air from your lungs. The posseiveness in his voice had you whimpering, walls tightening around him, “You like that, don’t you? You would like it if I claimed you, wouldn’t you?”

You tried to speak, but all that came out were incoherent babbles and cries of his name. You knew what he meant, your body responding where you couldn’t. Even with the risks, you wanted it, you stopped trying to fight him a while ago.

San bit back a groan when your walls tightened around him, a tell-tale sign that you were close. He bent over you, bending your body nearly in half, pulling a lewd moan from your lips. He fucked you deeper, as if he were trying to imprint the shape of his dick into your walls, and maybe he was.

“Let go, princess, cum for me.” He growled against your lips, “Cum all over my cock so I can fill you.”

You screamed, nails digging into the skin of his biceps as your orgasm tore through your body, causing your vision to nearly black out. Your legs shook violently between your bodies. He surged forward, pulling you into a messy kiss as he came, fucking his seed into your fluttering walls.

It wasn’t until he had gone completely soft that he stopped moving, but kept himself stuffed in your velvet walls. You lay there, breath ragged and hands lying on the bed next to your head as you tried to regulate your breaths.

After a few moments, San stood straight, allowing your trembling legs to fall around his waist. Then he was pulling out of your spent cunt, eyes watching with a sick pride as his cum spilled from your pussy.

“Perfect.” He whispered quietly, a smile that you couldn’t quite place spreading across his lips.

You watched wordlessly as he cleaned you, hands moving with precision before he leaned over your body once more, hand resting on your thigh. Your eyes fluttered when he grabbed the back of your neck with the other hand, kissing you.

It wasn’t sweet nor gentle, but it also wasn’t rough or bruising like the others. No, it was possessive, like he was informing you that you were his and his alone. You tried to kiss him back, your shaky hand reaching to grab his shoulder, but your mind was starting to slip from you.

“All mine.”

That was the last thing you heard before your eyes fluttered shut and your brain was consumed by darkness, hand falling back down to lay on your chest. San pulled away, eyes studying your features with sick satisfaction, knowing that he had you right in the palm of his hand.

And you allowed him to put you there.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮

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ravenempress101 · 1 day ago

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I'm a sucker for a sexual yandere withholding orgasms, either forever because their pleasure is not a priority anymore, or using it as a future reward for good behavior. "Once you've learned to behave I will let you feel so good, don't you want that, precious? Hm, don't you want it to stop hurting, for me to stop edging you like this all the time? All you have to do is be good and submit"

*swooning*

➯a/n: *GNAWING ON THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE* WRARARARAR- mh mhm very good concept i like 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. ➯a/n2: this is naaawt a drabble it's a whole ass fic 😭 you and me are just on the same wavelength so hard kkkkk

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ಠ_ಠwarning/content: YIPES! DEAD DOVE. extremely dubious consent, yandere m / captive fem reader, pretty much free use reader, mind breaking via orgasm denial, extremeeee edging, cock warming, somnophilia, clit stimulation, biting (specifically chest), inappropriate use of a shower head, unprotected (boooo), pet names: angel, precious, good + sweet girl / baby

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18+, MINORS WILL UNEXPLAINABLY EXPLODE.

"Only good girls get to feel good." That's what he says to you time and time again whenever you ask if he could maybe let you get off after he's done using you. "And you haven't been good, have you?"

You haven't. You're still a brat to the bone. The only reason you even let him touch you is because you've learned that it's easier that way. It even feels nice a lot of the time.

But he never satisfies you — and it's fully intentional.

He isn't an idiot. He knows how to make a woman cum. And he's fully willing to help you out... as soon as you accept your place and start behaving.

But you still like to make random breaks for the door. Even when you know it's deadbolted and will only open with the key he keeps hidden away.

You still fight him on other things — all other things, basically.

Your chores, the clothes he picks for you, the way he loves to crush you to his chest in a hug while he falls asleep. Above those all, there's one thing he always gets onto you for. One thing he wants more than anything.

He wants to be greeted at the door when he comes home, his pretty little "wife" the first thing he sees after a long day.

And you have not been faithful in that duty. You've only met him at the door a handful of times, after particularly rough punishments the day before, so that you might please him a bit and get him to cool down.

But today, he gets home, and there you are. Leaning against the wall with a small, nervous smile as you say softly, "welcome home, baby."

He hasn't punished you lately, so he's immediately suspicious of your behavior. "Hey...?"

"How was your day? What was the weather like?" You ask eagerly, following him into your home after he rids himself of his shoes — eyes shining as you trail after him like a lost puppy.

"What's all this?" He pauses at the kitchen, looking around curiously.

"What's what, baby?"

His heart flutters a bit as you call him that again, so smoothly. Like it doesn't burn your tongue. But he keeps his guard up, turning back to you with narrowed eyes, "it's spotless."

"Oh... yeah! I cleaned our bathroom too, and I did a load of laundry, I hope you don't mind. You didn't tell me I was allowed to but I noticed a lot of your shirts were d-"

Your rambling gets cut off as he cups your jaw and smashes his lips to yours. It's quick, but it's hot — so hot that it lights the fire in your belly that's always been under the surface the past few months, simmering as a pesky ember.

You haven't cum in a long, long time. Your body is always on edge.

You tried to satisfy yourself once while he was at work, and somehow; he knew. He could feel in his gut that you were up to no good. He caught you red handed right before you could finish. And he fucked you to the brink of insanity. Every time you thought he might finally push you over the edge if you kept still and quiet enough, he knew. He always knows.

And he knows you're doing this because you're about to break. You're about to really fucking lose it if he doesn't let you cum soon.

He fucks you on the table, then and there. Nice and slow. Telling you how proud he is of your behavior and how you're on the path to becoming such a good girl for him. But he doesn't let you cum. Even as you start tearing up and clinging to him, begging like it's your life at stake and not an orgasm.

You meet him at the door again the next day. "Welcome home, baby." A begging smile on your face as you follow him into the house, showing him how you've deep cleaned the living room. You even wiped the blinds and windows without even touching the latches.

He eats you out that night. He rarely does. Only as a treat. To encourage good behavior because he knows you love the way his tongue feels against you. He lets you taste the relief on the tip of your tongue before he stops, and he holds your arms to your sides as you thrash and beg pathetically for him to just please let you cum. When it fades away, you take a few deep breathes before apologizing for your outburst.

And that pleases him deeply. You're learning. You're finally learning — he's the one in control of you. Every single part of you, down to the clothes you wear and when you cum.

The next morning, he doesn't have to work. You crawl on top of him and wake him up by grinding on his cock until it's hard. Maybe, that's a big maybe, you could've came before he woke up. But you purposely keep your clit angled away from any pressure. It doesn't make you any less needy.

He blinks at you groggily, a small laugh let out. "What are you doing?" His raspy morning voice sends wetness straight down to your core.

"I thought I'd start your day off nicely."

He lets you ride him until he cums, and he's pleasantly surprised to find that you don't even ask if you can. You just tremble and hold back your tears as you cock warm him; thankful that he lets you fall back asleep so your pleasure can die down, shushed softly as he strokes your back. Once again telling you you're behaving so good.

He wakes you up the same way, gently maneuvering you onto your back and rolling his hips into your sleepy form as you hold him close, half-deliriously moaning how nice it feels as he fucks another load into you. And you don't ask if you can cum. Even though you need it so badly it physically hurts.

The day will come soon. He just wants to be extra sure you've earned it.

He keeps you so precariously on edge that the fucking wind could blow the right way and you'd be creaming your pants. Starting after breakfast. He watches you clear the plates with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stands up and comes behind you. His hand is shoved down your pajamas pants and he circles your clit until your knees are shaking and then he pulls away, kisses your neck and tells you, "keep being a good girl for me, precious."

You do. You don't even have to think about it, you just do.

He joins you in the shower. Washes your hair for you and takes the shower head down to rinse it carefully. Smiles innocently as he changes the setting and brings it down to your sensitive cunt. And you still don't ask, you only take what he gives you and are left a panting mess at the end; dripping with water and arousal.

The next time is around noon, you're both laid lazily in bed watching a show when he wordlessly pulls his cock out and starts jerking off like it's the most normal thing in the world to just do that. "Be good for me and open your legs." You do as he asks immediately; taking off your bottoms and spreading your legs, letting him lay atop you and bite at your chest through your pajama top as he fucks you so roughly that you're seeing stars. You don't ask to cum. Your clit is throbbing even as he stills inside of you.

He gets you back to back. Still hard, he grinds into you slow and messily; dirtying the sheets with his pleasure. You feel like you're going to explode. He hugs you close as you start sniffling, wrapping your legs around his waist to beg silently. "You're being so good for me," he moans into your neck, "don't you fucking cum. You've been a brat for so long, do you really think you deserve it?"

"N-no," you whisper, "but I want it so bad."

"I know you do, but I don't care what you want. It's what you deserve that matters. If you want to cum, you have to work for it."

You work for it. You're starting to doubt he'll ever let you cum, but you try your damnedest to be on your very best behavior. You even say thank you after he pumps another load of his cum into you.

He tests you, leaves his phone unlocked on the couch as he goes to the bathroom later. It, and you, are in the same exact spot as when he left. "Baby, what about this movie," you point with the remote — completely unaware that freedom was just within your grasp.

You've earned it. He smiles as he sits down beside you, kissing your head. "What's it about?"

The next day, there you are when he opens the door. You deserve it. "Welcome home, baby."

"Bedroom." He says shortly, stunning you.

"What?"

"Go to the bedroom," he explains further, leaning to cup your cheek as he kicks his shoes off, "and strip if you want to cum." The way you almost fall over in your hurry to run makes him laugh a bit as he takes his time; giving you enough to do what he asked.

And he finds you there, laid out with a hopeful expression. "What did you do today?" He asks casually as he begins ridding himself of his clothes, his cock growing hard in his boxers at the pure submission in your eyes.

"I d- I did some reading, I vacuumed..."

"So, you were a good girl?" He hums, the weight of his words heavy as he crawls over you. Slipping his hand down to your cunt, he finds it already growing wet with anticipation.

"Yes," you nod quickly, practically floating at the feeling of two of his fingers slipping inside of you slowly. "Please, yes-" You bring your hands to your face, already breathing heavily as he curls his digits into your g-spot.

"Look at me." He slaps your hands away gently, fingers picking up their pace until you're gasping and grabbing his biceps. Already on the edge from less than a minute of fingering. He's made you more than desperate. If he denies you one more time you think you might go insane. "Cum whenever you're ready."

"Holy shit!" You scream, pure joy in every fiber of your being followed by a rush of ecstasy like you've never felt in your entire life as you finally, finally get full satisfaction. "Ffffuck! Son of a bitch!" Every curse word you know is yelled into the void as your entire body convulses underneath him. And then it's followed by, "ahh, my g- I love you!"

He almost faints, as do you. Your eyes rolling back and your jaw dropping and your cunt squelching around his fingers as he sends you to another plane of existence.

You're still trembling with the aftershocks of your first orgasm in months whenever he slides his cock inside of you. You almost want to marry him for real. He doesn't start gentle, and you don't give a single flying fuck. It's all like one continuous wave of relief as he pounds into your twitching cunt.

"Yeah~?" He chuckles airily, gripping your thighs and pulling you into his wild thrusts, "you love me, angel?" The realization dawns on you that you just confessed your love to him mid-mind-blowing-orgasm. And you still can't find it in yourself to care. You do love him for finally letting that fire that's been burning you up from the inside out finally consume you whole.

"Yes!"

"Fuck-" He leans over and catches your lips quickly, kissing you with a whole new wave of energy and passion. Your lip gets tugged back between his teeth as he pulls away. "Isn't it worth it, precious? All you have to do is behave and I'll make you feel so good~ I bet you're gonna be my perfect girl from now on, huh?"

You can't even respond, jaw stuck open with uncontrollable moans as he rattles your tingling brain with each mean snap of his hips. You manage something that resembles a cry of, "babyyy!" As you dig your nails into his arms, legs trembling on either side of him.

"Shhh, you just lay back and enjoy yourself, angel," he leans his head down, nipping at your chest and swirling his tongue around your painfully hard nipple until you're gushing all over him with a second soul-shaking orgasm before your first even fully fades.

The flames have fully enveloped you, every nerve in your body screaming with delight.

"You deserve it, sweet girl," he coos breathlessly as you clench around him. "This is what you get when you're on your best behavior~"

You're certainly going to be on your best behavior from now on.

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Alpha ATEEZ x Assistant Omega Reader

Warnings: omega reader, alpha ateez, scenting, heats, ruts, slow burn, eventual smut, forced command, more to come!

When Y/n accepts a position as assistant to alpha K-pop group ATEEZ, she's prepared with professional skills and scent blockers to hide her omega status. What she's not prepared for is the immediate, inexplicable connection she feels with all eight members—a resonance that defies her careful boundaries.

As Y/n becomes eerily attuned to their needs, her suppressed omega nature begins to emerge: purring for the first time in years, responding to alpha growls, feeling safe in ways she never has before. When a protective incident reveals the depth of the members' attachment to her, Y/n must confront the possibility that what binds them together is something ancient and profound.

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Chapter 22: Forever

"Wait," you said, your voice coming out higher than usual as your brain tried to process what you'd just heard. "You want to what?"

The words hung in the air between you and eight increasingly nervous alphas. You weren't angry—the stunned expression on your face made that clear—but you were definitely overwhelmed by the magnitude of what they were suggesting.

"A full mating bond," Hongjoong repeated carefully, his leader instincts making him take control of the explanation. "Claiming marks from each of us. Complete pack integration. Making this—us—permanent and official in every way possible."

"A way to formalize our bonds and create the kind of pack stability that would benefit everyone." Seonghwa had added gently.

"All of you?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "You want all of you to... claim me?"

"Only if you want it," Yunho said quickly, leaning forward with earnest eyes. "This isn't something we're demanding or expecting. It's something we're offering."

"Because we love you," San added softly from his position on the floor. "All of us. Completely. And we want to make sure you know that this isn't temporary for us. That you're not just our assistant who happens to be our mate—you're our everything."

You looked around the room, taking in eight faces that showed varying degrees of hope, nervousness, and unconditional love. The weight of their proposal was settling over you, and you could feel your omega stirring with interest even as your rational mind tried to process the implications.

"Eight claiming marks," you said slowly, your hand unconsciously moving to your neck where the marks would go.

"Pack bonds of this size are rare," Yeosang confirmed quietly, his hand finding yours and squeezing gently. "But not unheard of. There are historical accounts of omega-centered packs with multiple alphas."

"It would mean," Mingi said, his deep voice careful and measured, "that you belong to us completely. And we belong to you. No uncertainty. Just... forever."

"Forever," you repeated, the word carrying weight and possibility in equal measure.

"Think about it," Wooyoung said, his earlier theatrical energy replaced by genuine sincerity. "No more confusion about pack hierarchy. No more territorial disputes. No more running away when two of us are intimate because everyone would feel included, connected."

"Plus," Jongho added with a small smile, "you'd officially be stuck with us. No take-backs."

Despite the overwhelming nature of the conversation, his comment made you laugh—a breathless sound that seemed to ease some of the tension in the room.

"This is a huge decision," you said finally, looking around at all of them. "Life-changing. Permanent."

"We know," Seonghwa said gently. "Which is why we're not asking for an answer right now. We wanted you to know what we're thinking, what we're hoping for, but we don't want you to feel pressured."

"Take all the time you need," Hongjoong agreed. "This only works if everyone is completely willing. If you have any doubts, any concerns, any questions—we want to hear them."

You were quiet for a long moment, your mind racing through the implications while your omega practically purred at the idea of being so thoroughly claimed and protected. Eight alphas, all devoted to you, all committed to building a life together. It was overwhelming and terrifying and absolutely incredible all at once.

"Can I ask you something?" you said finally.

"Anything," came the immediate chorus from around the room.

"Why now? I mean, why this proposal, this solution?"

Hongjoong ran a hand through his hair, looking slightly embarrassed. "Because last night proved that our current arrangement isn't sustainable. Half the pack fled the house rather than deal with the territorial instincts triggered by you and Yeosang being intimate."

"It's not about jealousy," Yunho clarified quickly. "It's about feeling excluded from something that should include all of us. If we're all properly bonded, all claimed and claiming, then your happiness with one of us becomes happiness for all of us."

"Instead of feeling left out, we'd feel... connected," Mingi added. "Like we're all part of the same experience, the same bond."

You nodded slowly, beginning to understand their reasoning. "And the claiming marks? All eight?"

"Would establish the hierarchy clearly," Seonghwa explained. "You as our omega, us as your alphas. No confusion, no territorial disputes."

"Plus," Wooyoung added with a return of his mischievous grin, "you'd look absolutely gorgeous covered in our marks. Very aesthetically pleasing."

"Wooyoung," Seonghwa warned, though his tone was fond.

"What? I'm being honest! Eight claiming marks from eight devoted alphas? She'd be the most thoroughly claimed omega in the history of pack bonds!"

Despite the seriousness of the conversation, you found yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. "That's certainly one way to look at it."

"But seriously," Wooyoung continued, his expression softening, "it's not about possessing you or controlling you. It's about making sure you know, beyond any doubt, that you're cherished. That every single one of us is committed to your happiness and wellbeing forever."

"No matter what," Jongho added quietly. "Through everything. For the rest of our lives."

The sincerity in their voices, the love in their eyes, the way they were all looking at you like you were something precious and miraculous—it was almost overwhelming.

"I..." you started, then stopped, trying to find the right words. "I need to think about this. Really think about it."

"Of course," Hongjoong said immediately. "Take all the time you need."

"But," you continued, and the hope that flared in their eyes made your heart flutter, "I want you to know that this isn't scary because I don't want it. It's scary because I want it so much."

The admission sent visible relief through the entire room. Shoulders relaxed, breathing seemed to ease, and more than one alpha made a soft sound of happiness.

"Really?" San asked, his voice filled with wonder.

"Really," you confirmed, looking around at all of them. "The idea of being yours—all of yours—completely and permanently... my omega is practically singing at the thought."

"But?" Yeosang prompted gently, sensing there was more.

"But it's forever," you said simply. "Once we do this, there's no going back. And I need to be absolutely sure that this is what I want, what we all want, before we take that step."

"That's exactly the right approach," Hongjoong said with approval. "This decision deserves careful consideration."

"How long do you think you'll need?" Mingi asked, then immediately looked embarrassed. "Not that we're rushing you! Take all the time you want. I just..."

"You want to know when you might be able to officially call me yours," you finished with understanding, and his relieved nod confirmed you'd read him correctly.

"A few days?" you suggested. "Maybe a week? I want to really think through all the implications, make sure I understand what this means for our relationships, our future."

"Perfect," Seonghwa said with a warm smile. "And if you have questions during that time, any concerns or thoughts you want to discuss, we're here."

"All of us," Yunho agreed. "Individually or as a group, whatever you need."

You looked around at eight faces filled with love, hope, and infinite patience, and felt your heart swell with emotion so intense it brought tears to your eyes.

"I love you," you said softly, the words encompassing all of them. "All of you. So much."

"We love you too," came the immediate response from around the room, voices overlapping in their eagerness to return the sentiment.

"Now," Wooyoung said, his theatrical flair returning as he clapped his hands together, "who wants breakfast? Because all this emotional sincerity is making me hungry, and I think we should celebrate this milestone with pancakes."

"Everything makes you hungry," Yeosang observed with fond amusement.

"Food is celebratory! And comforting! And delicious!" Wooyoung defended. "Besides, our omega needs proper nutrition while she's making the most important decision of our collective lives."

"He has a point about the nutrition," Seonghwa agreed, already moving toward the kitchen. "And I could use the distraction of cooking."

As the group began to disperse toward the kitchen, chattering about breakfast and teasing Wooyoung about his perpetual hunger, you remained on the couch for a moment, processing everything that had just happened.

Eight claiming marks. Complete pack bond. Forever.

The idea should have terrified you, but instead, it filled you with a warmth and rightness that felt like coming home. These eight alphas weren't just offering you their marks—they were offering you their lives, their devotion, their everything.

And despite needing time to think it through properly, deep down, you already knew what your answer would be.

After all, you'd found your pack, your family, your home. Why wouldn't you want to make it official?

"Tulip?" Wooyoung's voice called from the kitchen doorway. "You coming? Seonghwa's making those pancakes you like, and I'm not above bribing you with breakfast foods to influence your decision."

"That's not how this works," you said with a laugh, getting up to join them.

"Maybe not," Wooyoung replied with a grin, "but it can't hurt."

—

The kitchen buzzed with the usual morning energy as Seonghwa flipped pancakes with practiced efficiency while the others gathered around the large island, chattering about everything and nothing. But despite the plate of perfectly golden pancakes sitting in front of you—your favorites, the ones Seonghwa made special with vanilla and a hint of cinnamon—you found yourself barely touching the food.

Instead, you picked at the edges with your fork, your eyes fixed on a particular knot in the wood grain of the table as your mind spiraled through a maze of doubts and confusion. The proposal from an hour ago kept replaying in your head, each repetition bringing new concerns you hadn't considered before.

Were they just saying this because of the high of finding their mate? The intensity of new bonds could make people say things they didn't really mean, make promises they couldn't keep. You hadn't even kissed most of them properly—was it really possible to want to spend forever with someone based on mate bonds alone?

And then there was the timing. Last night with Yeosang had been incredible, life-changing, but was this proposal just a reaction to the territorial chaos that had followed? Were they asking you to commit to forever because of jealousy, because of the inconvenience of managing eight alphas' instincts?

Your fork paused mid-push as another thought struck you like a physical blow. Your pre-heat was still there, lurking beneath the surface like a sleeping animal. The hormone regulator had helped, but you could still feel it waiting, ready to wake up at any moment and flood your system with desperate need. When that happened, you'd be begging them for everything—for their touch, their claim, their marks. Would you even be able to think clearly enough to make the right decision? Or would your biology override your rational mind?

The more you thought about it, the more panicked you became. How could you trust any decision you made while your omega was whispering constantly about mates and claiming and forever? How could they trust any answer you gave when your heat might be influencing your judgment?

Before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out in a rush, fast and almost frantic: "Maybe I should be alone for my heat."

The effect was immediate and dramatic. Eight heads snapped toward you in perfect unison, conversations cutting off mid-sentence as if you'd just announced you were planning to jump off a cliff. The silence that followed was so complete you could hear the sizzle of pancakes on the griddle behind you.

For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then, as if a dam had burst, all eight alphas started talking at once.

"Absolutely not—"

"That's not safe—"

"Are you insane?"

"You can't be serious—"

"No omega should go through heat alone—"

"Especially not when you have mates—"

"The emotional trauma alone—"

"—could literally kill you—"

"ENOUGH!" Hongjoong's pack leader voice cut through the chaos, immediately silencing the others. His golden eyes were blazing as he stared at you with a mixture of concern and barely contained panic. "Y/n, what brought this on? Why would you even suggest something like that?"

You looked around at eight faces showing varying degrees of horror, confusion, and worry, and suddenly felt overwhelmed by their collective attention. "I just... I need to be able to think clearly. To make the right decision without my biology influencing my judgment."

"Your biology isn't something to be ashamed of," Seonghwa said gently, abandoning his pancakes to move closer to you. "It's part of who you are."

"But what if it's making me want things I wouldn't normally want?" you asked, your voice small and uncertain. "What if the only reason I'm considering your proposal is because my omega is telling me to? How can I trust my own feelings when I'm in pre-heat?"

"Because your feelings existed before your heat cycle started," Yeosang said quietly from beside you. "The connections we've built, the relationships we've developed—those happened when you were perfectly rational."

"But I haven't even kissed most of you," you continued, your panic building. "How can we talk about forever when we barely know each other intimately? What if—"

"Y/n," Yunho interrupted softly, "have you spent heats alone before?"

The question caught you off guard, and you hesitated before answering. "Yes. I've... I've managed."

The word 'managed' seemed to hit them like a physical blow. Mingi's hands clenched into fists on the counter, his jaw tight with emotion you couldn't quite identify.

"Managed," he repeated, his voice carefully controlled. "Alone."

"Not always alone," you admitted quietly, and immediately regretted the words as a low growl rumbled from Mingi's chest. The sound was pure jealousy and possessiveness, responding to the thought of you with someone else during such a vulnerable time.

Without thinking, you reached out and placed your hand on his thigh, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb the way you'd learned calmed him. The growling stopped immediately, but his muscles remained tense under your touch.

"That was before," San said firmly, his usual gentle demeanor replaced by something more intense. "Before you knew what you were to us. Before you had mates."

"The idea of you suffering through heat alone when we're right here..." Jongho shook his head, looking genuinely distressed. "It's not just cruel to you, it's cruel to us."

"An omega in heat without their mates experiences physical and emotional agony," Seonghwa explained, his voice taking on that gentle but firm tone he used when explaining important concepts. "Your body will cry out for us, and we won't be there. The depression that follows can last for months."

"And the alphas suffer too," Mingi added roughly, his hand covering yours where it rested on his thigh. "Knowing our mate is in pain and we can't help her, can't comfort her, can't provide what she needs—it goes against every instinct we have."

"I just want to make the right decision," you said, tears gathering in your eyes as the overwhelming nature of everything crashed over you. "I don't want to choose forever because my biology is demanding it."

"Then don't think about forever right now," Wooyoung said suddenly, his voice unusually serious. "Think about right now. Think about this moment, sitting here with us, feeling safe and loved and cared for."

You looked at him through blurry eyes, confusion evident on your face.

"The claiming can wait," he continued, glancing around at the others who nodded in understanding. "The marks, the ceremony, the official bond—all of that can wait until you're absolutely certain. But your heat... that's happening whether we make any big decisions or not."

"Let us take care of you," Yunho pleaded softly. "Not as your future permanent mates, but as the people who care about you right now, in this moment. Let us make sure you're safe and comfortable and not suffering alone."

"We can separate the heat care from the mating decision," Hongjoong agreed, his leader voice gentle but certain. "One doesn't have to depend on the other."

"You really think I can make a clear decision after?" you asked hesitantly. "After experiencing heat with all of you?"

"We think," Yeosang said carefully, "that you'll be able to make the decision that's right for you, whatever that may be. But we also think that decision shouldn't come at the cost of unnecessary suffering."

"Besides," Wooyoung added with a return of his characteristic grin, "if our performance during your heat is disappointing, you'll have very clear evidence that we're not worth keeping around permanently."

Despite everything, his comment made you laugh—a watery sound that seemed to ease some of the tension in the room.

You looked around at eight faces filled with love, concern, and infinite patience. Even in their obvious distress at the thought of you suffering through heat alone, they were putting your comfort and autonomy first.

"You really think we can separate the two decisions?" you asked quietly.

"We know we can," Hongjoong said firmly. "Because we love you enough to respect whatever choice you make, even if it's not the one we're hoping for."

"And if I decide... if I decide the mating bond isn't what I want?"

"Then we'll be heartbroken," Seonghwa admitted honestly, "but we'll still be here. Still be your pack, still love you, still want to build a life together in whatever way you're comfortable with."

"The claiming marks aren't what make you ours," Mingi added, his thumb stroking across your knuckles. "You're already ours, and we're already yours. The marks would just make it official."

You were quiet for a long moment, processing their words and the love behind them. Finally, you took a shaky breath and nodded.

"Okay," you said softly. "Okay, I'll... I'll let you take care of me during my heat. But the claiming decision still needs time."

The relief that washed over their faces was palpable, and you found yourself pulled into a gentle group hug that somehow managed to include all eight alphas without being overwhelming.

"Thank you," Yunho whispered against your hair. "Thank you for trusting us with this."

"Thank you for not making me choose between my biology and my autonomy," you replied, feeling safer and more loved than you had since the proposal that morning.

As the hug gradually dissolved and everyone returned to their breakfast, you finally picked up your fork and took a real bite of your pancakes. They were delicious, sweet and warm and made with love—just like everything else these eight alphas offered you.

Whatever decision you made about forever, at least you knew that right now, in this moment, you were exactly where you belonged.

——

Three days had passed since the claiming conversation, and you'd spent them trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy while your body slowly betrayed your attempts at rational thought. The hormone regulator Dr. Kim had given you was still working, but you could feel it losing its effectiveness as your natural cycle fought against the artificial suppression.

It started with small things—an increased sensitivity to the alphas' scents, a restlessness that no amount of activity could cure, and a growing need for physical contact that you tried to satisfy with casual touches and longer hugs. The pack had been incredibly patient, offering comfort without pressure, affection without expectation.

But tonight, curled up on the couch watching a movie with all eight of them scattered around the living room, you could feel your control slipping away entirely.

You'd chosen to sit next to Yunho on the large sectional, drawn by his warm, comforting presence and the way his citrus and clean linen scent seemed to calm your increasingly agitated omega. His arm was draped casually around your shoulders, and you found yourself unconsciously pressing closer to his side as the movie played.

The film was some action thriller that Jongho had picked, but you couldn't focus on the plot. Every few minutes, you shifted position, unable to get comfortable, your skin feeling too tight and your body temperature fluctuating between hot and cold. Yunho noticed your restlessness, his thumb stroking gentle circles on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe you.

"You okay?" he murmured quietly, his breath warm against your ear.

Instead of answering, you tilted your head to look at him, and the simple eye contact sent a jolt of need through your entire system. His face was so close, his lips right there, and suddenly the careful control you'd been maintaining for days cracked completely.

"Yunho," you breathed, your voice carrying a note of desperation that made his eyes widen with understanding.

Before he could respond, you were moving, climbing onto his lap with graceless urgency and pressing your lips to his in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Your mouth moved against his with desperate hunger, and your hips began rocking against him instinctively, seeking the friction your body craved.

Yunho's hands immediately came up to steady you, one settling on your hip while the other tangled in your hair. He kissed you back with careful intensity, his alpha instincts responding to your obvious need even as he tried to maintain some semblance of control.

The movement of your hips against his lap, the soft sounds you were making into his mouth, the way your scent was changing and intensifying—it all combined to create an atmosphere so charged that the other seven alphas in the room went completely still.

San, who had been sprawled on the floor in front of the couch, slowly turned around, his nostrils flaring as he caught the shift in your pheromones. Seonghwa paused with his hand halfway to the bowl of popcorn, his senses immediately picking up what was happening.

One by one, all seven other alphas stopped whatever they were doing and turned their attention to you and Yunho, their expressions shifting from casual interest to laser focus as your heat scent began to permeate the room.

"Oh," Wooyoung breathed from his position on the opposite end of the couch, his voice carrying awe and hunger in equal measure. "Oh, that's..."

"Heat," Hongjoong finished, his pack leader instincts immediately kicking in as he assessed the situation. "Her heat's starting."

Your scent was indeed changing, the usual jasmine and vanilla taking on a richer, more intoxicating quality that spoke directly to every alpha instinct in the room. It was sweet and needy and absolutely irresistible, designed by evolution to drive alphas to distraction and ensure the continuation of the species.

"Y/n," Yunho said gently, his voice strained as he tried to maintain control despite your continued movement against him. "Sweetheart, your heat..."

"I know," you gasped against his lips, your hands fisting in his shirt as waves of need washed over you. "I can't... I can't stop. I need..."

"What do you need?" he asked softly, his thumbs stroking soothing circles on your hips even as his own breathing became labored.

"You," you whispered desperately. "All of you. Please, I need..."

The plea in your voice, the way you were trembling with need, the intoxicating scent of omega in heat—it was testing every alpha's control in the room. Mingi's hands were clenched into fists at his sides, while Jongho had gone completely rigid in his chair. Even Yeosang, usually so composed, was breathing hard as he watched you move against Yunho.

"Bedroom," Hongjoong said decisively, his leader voice cutting through the haze of pheromones and desire. "We need to get her somewhere more comfortable."

Yunho nodded, carefully shifting you in his arms as he prepared to stand. "Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you?"

"Carry," you said immediately, burying your face in his neck and breathing in his scent deeply. "Please don't let go."

"Never," he promised, standing smoothly with you wrapped around him like a koala. "I've got you."

As Yunho carried you toward the stairs, the other seven alphas followed in a procession that was both protective and predatory. You could feel their eyes on you, could sense their barely controlled desire, and instead of feeling overwhelmed, you felt cherished, wanted, safe.

"Which room?" Yunho asked as you reached the top of the stairs.

"Yours," you mumbled against his throat, then quickly amended, "No, wait. The master bedroom. Hongjoong's room. Biggest bed."

"Smart omega," Wooyoung commented from behind you, his voice already rough with desire. "Always thinking practically even in heat."

Hongjoong's room was indeed the largest, with a king-size bed that could actually accommodate all of you if needed. Yunho set you down gently on the edge of the mattress, but you immediately reached for him again, unwilling to break contact for even a moment.

"It's okay," he soothed, kneeling in front of you so you could maintain eye contact. "We're all here. We're going to take care of you."

You looked around at eight faces filled with love, desire, and infinite patience, and felt a wave of gratitude wash over you despite the desperate need clawing at your insides.

"Are you sure?" you asked, your voice small and vulnerable even as your body betrayed your uncertainty by pressing closer to Yunho. "About taking care of me? Even though I haven't decided about... about forever?"

"Especially because you haven't decided," Seonghwa said firmly, moving to sit on the bed beside you. "Heat care isn't contingent on mating bonds. It's about love and protection and making sure you're safe."

"We promised to take care of you no matter what," Hongjoong added, his voice gentle but certain. "This is us keeping that promise."

The sincerity in their voices, the way they were all looking at you like you were something precious and beloved, broke through the last of your reservations. Your heat was here, undeniable and overwhelming, and you were surrounded by eight alphas who loved you enough to put your needs above their own desires.

"Okay," you whispered, reaching out to touch as many of them as you could reach. "Okay, please... help me."

The simple request unleashed eight alphas who had been holding back their instincts for days, and suddenly you were surrounded by gentle hands, soft kisses, and whispered promises of comfort and pleasure. Your heat had arrived, but you weren't facing it alone.

You were facing it with your pack, your chosen family, your mates—whether temporary or forever, they were yours for this moment, and that was enough.

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ravenempress101 · 1 day ago

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snow cream

Roommate!Yunho x F!Reader

summary: Six months of living under the same roof, and you barely knew the guy. You both always came and went, to and from your jobs and school, only ever interacting in the kitchen or the living room late at night when you wanted a glass of water or he wanted to watch TV. But when winter rolls around and the snowstorms get heavy, maybe somehow you could warm up to each other…

tags: snowed in, forced proximity(?), attempt at humor, fluff, mutual pining, hand kink (duh), soft mdom, petnames (baby, angel face, pretty girl, slut etc.), Yu LOVES touching you, handjob, nipple sucking, fingering, tension, unprotected sex (BOOOOO), lotus positon, he talks alot, multiple orgasms, aftercare, NOT PROOFREAD

wc: 7.2k

notes: sort of based around a nsfw audio I listened to a couple years ago LMAO.

tracklist: bad liar, poison, intro: singularity

“Reports are flowing in from the NWS about upcoming snowstorms, which are expected to reach record levels; the surrounding area is expecting up to 6 inches. Officials are closing roads and the district schools are shutting down until-”

“Just my luck, huh?” You switched off your phone and rested your head against your steering wheel with an exasperated sigh. You had seen the beginning of the snowfall that week, just light flakes here and there, but they weren't sticking.

But of course mother nature had to give a big fuck you and mess with your plans that weekend with 6 inches of snow. Roads were closing, and so were the stores, so you needed to be in and out before the snowstorm picked up.

You rubbed your temples before switching your car off, getting out, and walking into the grocery store with your original plan in mind.

You had planned to pick up some ingredients for some appetizers you were going to bring to one of your friends' birthdays, but you had frowned when they texted your group chat, saying the party had been cancelled because of snowfall.

That's what led you to the news, deflating your excitement. Instead of being here for groceries, you were here to stock up on supplies. And so was everybody else. The store was packed with people. Mothers are rushing and snatching boxes of cereal off the shelf. Dads are stocking up on batteries and jugs of water. The poor employees were at war with the panicking public. Quickly as you could, you grabbed a cart and picked up some essentials. Batteries. Toilet paper. Bottled water. Some nonperishables. While walking past the home section, you noticed a couple of displays where they were selling large fleece blankets.

You eyed them for a second, debating if you should get one.

Maybe two.

One for you, one for your roommate. Jeong Yunho.

You had met him on Craigslist whilst looking for roommate listings. You decided community college was best for your budget years ago, but you needed to find somewhere else to live. Soon. Living with your parents is not for the weak.

You spent hours on different websites, desperate to find somewhere close and affordable. Maybe also a roommate who has a low chance of murdering you in your sleep.

You stumbled across the listing one night, hope slowly dwindling at the awful market.

2 bedrooms. 2 baths. 600 per month. Cats are welcome. Email for more information.

Immediately, you jumped on it because there was no way you would be able to find anything cheaper than this, unfortunately. You emailed him all your information. About your job and schedule, and made sure to mention that you would like to bring your cat, Patches. About a week later, you had driven to the house to look around and discuss final plans and agreements. Along with you, you brought your cat so she could become accustomed to the new living space.

The house was cute and quaint, a little grey and white bungalow with a few bushes on either side of the steps that led up to the black door. A decent-sized front yard, neat and green, with a driveway with just enough space for two cars. Perfect.

When you met the person who posted the listing, you had pulled up to the house, parking your car behind another one already in the driveway. He was on the porch, in the process of carrying some bags inside the house.. When he saw you, he waved for you to follow him inside. He showed you to your room, talked about rent and policies. You both established some privacy rules, and he was petting your cat the entire time. He seemed to take a liking to her immediately. Yunho had you sign some things, and then that was it. Simple, fast, and easy. A few days later, you had moved your stuff in, and from then on, you and Yunho barely interacted.

He said that he’s usually at one of his friends' houses, at work or class, or in his room playing games. This was perfect for you; you enjoyed your privacy, and if you were being honest, you were nervous around Yunho.

He had this boyish charm to him that made your heart flutter; he was tall and spoke to you gently, as if he were too loud, he might scare you. He had dark brown hair that parted in the middle, with bangs that sometimes covered his eyes. And you couldn’t help but feel ashamed that your gaze always drifted to his hands whenever you saw him. Large and slender, the veins prominent like a roadmap.

He always made sure that you knew where he was going when he went somewhere with a text like “At friends,” or “Out drinking.”

Another thing you had noticed while living with him was that it was like he stole your cat from you. IF you couldn't find your cat anywhere, it was safe to assume she was in Yunho's room. She followed him around the apartment all the time, whenever he sat on the couch to watch TV, she was in his lap. Whenever he was in the kitchen cooking, she was perched on the counter watching intently.

One day, you came home and saw Yunho on the couch with her. Usually, she’d get up and greet you by rubbing her face against your legs. Instead, she stayed put, gave you a curt meow, and that was it.

You walked by the back of the couch and narrowed your eyes at her, mouthing the words “traitor” before retreating to your room.

You ran your hand over the navy blue fleece blanket that was folded next to a similar white one. Making up your mind, you dropped the blue blanket in your cart as well as the white one. After some more shopping, you checked out and began your drive home, the snow beginning to fall again.

Your mind wandered back to your roommate again. You're pretty sure he was at a friend's house right now, you just hoped he would make it home safe. Driving home through the snow was certainly a feat. Everyone on the road opted to go under the speed limit in hopes they wouldn't go sliding at a sharp turn. A blanket of white began to accumulate on the ground, and it was growing increasingly difficult to see through the snow swirling in the air.

After a grueling and stressful journey, you returned to the house safely. The yard was a pure, sparkling white, untouched like a fresh, clean blanket. You gathered your bags and stepped out of the car, trudging through the snow as it only continued to climb higher and higher. As you suspected, Yunho’s car wasn’t in the driveway.

You made it inside, the warmth of the heater immediately making you shed your jacket as you dropped the bags on the table. As soon as you did, your phone buzzed. You pulled it out to see a text from Yunho.

“Be home later.” Simple and quick. You thought for a moment whether you should text back. Your fingers began typing, and then you hit send.

“Be safe.” A second later, it buzzed again.

“Will do.”

You felt stupid for the way your heart clenched a little. You could count on three hands how many conversations you’ve had with him that lasted longer than a minute. Words are always fleeting between you two, always too busy for anything more than a good morning or an update on bills. But Yunho always responded to your texts with earnestness, replying fast and confidently. It was never anything deep, but whenever you asked what he wanted for dinner, he always responded with whatever it was he wanted, with a smiley face and a thank you.

He never really engaged in any more conversation than that, but for some reason, you could tell her cared more than he let on.

You put away all the things you bought, deciding to place the blanket you bought for Yunho on the couch so he’d see it when he got home. You cleaned up a little, because if you’re going to be snowed in, at least let the place be neat.

After some light cleaning, you had a shower and decided that for tonight’s dinner, you’d make some chili, so that way you would have leftovers for the upcoming days. Tonight was usually Yunho’s night for meals, but you were feeling froggy.

Connecting your speaker to your phone, you cleaned up your area and put on some music, getting ready to make dinner. You were in your zone, chopping tomatoes and browning the beef. The music flowed from your speaker, and the house was filled with a cozy feeling. You were an avid big light hater, so a few lamps and candles here and there set a soothing ambient lighting. The sun was setting, and the snow was picking up, the wind howling outside.

After another hour or so, dinner was done, and Yunho still wasn’t home. It was 8 pm. He’s usually out past 11, but because of the storm, you had assumed he’d be back earlier. You decided to shoot him a test, for your own mental fortitude. The snow had calmed, gentle snowfall dusting your windows.

“Are you on your way home? I made chili.” Send.

You waited a minute or two. No response. You rested your elbows on the kitchen island, waiting for his reply.

The three bouncing dots appeared at the bottom of your messages, and he was typing.

It stopped for a second, then started up again.

“Can you come outside?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise at such a weird question. You thought he was with his friends. He was typing again.

“Down the street.”

“Stuck in the snow.”

“Please.”

You were so confused. Quickly, you slipped on your coat and your shoes by the door. You slipped your phone in your pocket and opened your front door. The cold hit your face like a mallet, and immediately your nose started to burn. But it was beautiful outside. Fresh snow everywhere. It was dark outside well into the night, but the snow was so white it was like it provided a little glow of its own. Snowflakes flurried from the sky, landing all over your clothes. You stepped into the front yard, and half of your calf sank completely beneath the surface of the fluff.

You, albeit with some trouble, waded through your front yard and stepped out onto the icy street nearly losing your footing and busting your ass. The neighborhood was silent, not a soul in sight, the end of the street being swallowed in black emptiness.

But on the other end of the street, a lone car pulled off to the curb, headlights on as the snow swirled around the warm beams of light in a dancing flurry.

Beside it was your roommate, waving at you, bundled in a coat and scarf, grey sweatpants, and a desperate look on his face.

You started to walk towards him, doing your best not to slip and fall. “What the hell is going on?” You exclaim as you walk towards him. His tires were buried in the snow, and his windshield wipers were swaying steadily, clearing the flakes off the glass.

When you were about 6 steps away from reaching him, you began to lose your footing, the ice seeming slicker than before.

“Careful-careful-careful!” Yunho reached his hands forward and took a step in an attempt to catch you, but it was too late.

“Shit!” your feet slipped from underneath you and after a couple slips and slides fighting to stay up, you ultimately fell directly on your ass, a sharp pain shooting up your tailbone.

You groaned, hand reaching back and rubbing your lower back. Immediately, the wet ice soaked your pants uncomfortably, and you already knew you’d wake up tomorrow with a nasty bruise.

Silence fell as you sat in defeat and mulled your pain, but Yunho was oddly quiet. You raised your eyes to look at him. He had one hand over his mouth. His eyebrows were raised in shock, and his eyes slowly narrowed as he took you in.

“Laugh. I dare you.” You glared at him, wincing at the sharp pain crawling up your tailbone.

“Jeong Yunho, you are a child.” You rolled your eyes as he busted out into a fit of laughter, one hand on his car while the other stayed on his mouth. You turned and got ready to get up so you could hit him.

“N-No wait stop!” he shouted between fits of giggles, his arms coming down and trying to pull you up by your arms, while simultaneously avoiding your violent hands.

“I’m sorry, let me just- hold on- stop trying to hit me (Name)! I'm trying to help you.”

“Well then, stop laughing at me!” His own feet were starting to lose friction on this ice as he felt his body sway as he grabbed you.

“If you don’t stop moving, you’re gonna take us both down!” Yunho tried to manhandle you back up, but unfortunately he lost it and tumbled down right next to you, accidentally yanking you onto your back as he landed on his ass.

“Goddamnit...” Yunho laid back in the snow, seemingly giving up on trying to get either one of you on your feet. You giggled behind your hand as you looked at him, his hair all messy and dusted with snowflakes.

He glanced at you and sighed. “Go ahead. It's only fair.” You took that opportunity to laugh in his face, him lightening up and joining you.

When you both calmed down, you looked behind him at his car. “So what happened, you just got lodged in the snow?”

“Wow, real astute (Name). Did I also mention that it’s snowing outside? How crazy is that?” You moved to smack his shoulder at his smart alecness, but he dodged.

“Stop trying to hit me, and help me move my car.” Bewildered, you watch as he stumbled and tried to stand up, feet slipping here and there as he finally stood upright. Like a baby penguin

“Help you push the car?” You snorted and tried to stand up yourself grunting. “Yeah, that's like not happening. Especially on this ice. You’re just going to have to leave it here until some of the snow melts.” Yunho looked at you like you had just told him something outrageous.

“Are you serious?” He glared at you, noticing how you made no move to come over and start pushing the car. “Insane actually…” he mumbled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration as he watched the snow fall from the night sky.

“Listen, I made dinner tonight. It's chili. Come home for now, it's cold, and the snow will pick back up again soon. Come inside, and we can worry about this later.” Yunho stopped and seemed to think to himself for a second, before his eyes flicked over to yours.

He looked at you with a surprising gentleness, roving over your face before landing on your lips for a fraction of a second, so fast you didn’t catch it.

“Alright.” He threw his hands up in defeat. “Fine, let's go inside. It's okay. We can worry about it later.”

“That's what I said,” you chirped as you turned your back, beginning the slippery journey back to the house.

“I know that's what you said. I was just rephrasing.” Yunho followed behind, shuffling his feet on the ice so he wouldn’t have to pick them up and risk stepping wrong. It was silent on the way back, both of you too focused on not falling again.

You shed your shoes and coat by the door, turning to Yunho and pointing to the rug on the porch.

“Shoes.” You stated. Yunho looked down and removed his shoes, setting them next to yours.

Satisfied you opened the door, you hung your coat on the hanger in the foyer. “I just cleaned the house.” You mumbled to yourself, as if to affirm the reason you made him leave his snow-filled shoes outside.

Yunho followed behind, hanging his own coat and scarf on the rack. You sighed and fell on the couch, groaning in relief at the warmth that surrounded you.

“There’s chili in the kitchen if you want some.” You closed your eyes, basking in the warmth. The pine candle you lit made the house smell so comforting, taking in a deep breath, you heard Yunho’s breath hitch. When you realized he hadn't said anything yet, you peeked open an eye, only to catch him looking away from you.

His arms came up, smoothly directing his gaze down at his hands, fidgeting and playing with his fingers like he was bored.

He was almost caught, your shirt had ridden up when you laid on the couch, exposing your belly and the hem stopping right where your under boob began. Yunho’s brain nearly short-circuited at the sight, wondering what it would feel like to lie to you on his bed and drag his big hands up and down your waist, squeezing and kneading and feeling you…

He blinked, realizing he was much too far in his fantasy, expecting you to be looking at him like he was a pervert. Instead, he caught your eyes glued to his hands like they were the most interesting thing in the world. You blinked once. Twice. Before turning round and snatching up the remote, switching the TV on.

“Like I said, dinner’s in the kitchen. Help yourself.” Quickly gaining your composure like you weren't imagining his fingers inside of you, you switched to a cooking channel and sat on the couch, full attention on the screen.

“What's this?” Yunho tapped the back of the couch. “A blanket?” You didn’t look back at him, too embarrassed to show your face.

“Oh yeah, when I was at the store, I saw they were selling soft blankets, so I got you one.” You shrugged it off. When he didn’t respond, you assumed that he just went to the kitchen to eat.

A few more beats of silence, and you thought you were in the clear from your way too hot roommate, when his gentle, rich voice hit your ears like a truck, and you felt your core clench hard.

“Thank you (Name), you’re such a sweetheart. Thanks for always thinking of me.”

Like someone just shot you, you whipped your head around to see Yunho holding the blanket in his hands, towering over you, standing behind the couch. His fingers dipping into the soft, navy blue waves of fleece, his lips upturned in a soft smile, and his eyes filled with nothing but adoration.

He was going to kill you. His hair fell in front of his eyes as his hands slowly caressed the blanket he held, his posture was relaxed as his eyes remained fixed on you, and you swear you saw them flick to your lips for a second.

Your heart stopped and fell to your ass, immediately nervousness took over your body and you felt like a hot mess.

After a few seconds of silence, Yunho’s smile fell, and his eyebrows knitted, like he was frustrated. He leaned his head back and shoved the blanket in his face, groaning into it.

“Don't… look at me like that.” Yunho’s muffled voice spilled from behind the blanket in his face, and you went rigid. How were you looking at him?

“Well, I don't look at me like that either!” You exclaimed, your voice shaking slightly. Yunho moved the blanket from his face, butting on the back of the couch. His eyes locked with yours again. Every time you looked away, he stepped a little closer, until he was sitting next to you.

“Hey, uh. Back up maybe?” You chided, trying to hide how much of a mess he was able to make of you just by looking at you.

“No.” Yunho challenged, looking at you intently. “Stop looking away and look at me.” So you did, you gazed into his eyes and immediately felt weak. His pupils were BLOWN. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, eyebrows cinched as he stared at you like he was trying to pin you to your spot.

He wasn’t saying anything, but he didn’t look like he was thinking either. He was just staring. You were starting to feel put on the spot, and you were about to make an excuse to go use the bathroom.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Yunho whispered. You nearly choked on your spit, but his hand lifted and dragged his fingertips down the bridge of your nose with feather-light gentleness, along your eyebrow, along your jawline. Like he was mapping out your face.

“Yunho…” You whispered, afraid that if you spoke too loudly, it could shatter the atmosphere. The air was thick, and the wind outside howled as the snow picked up again. The house almost seemed too hot now, and frankly, a snowball to the face wouldn’t be so bad right now. Yunho gnawed on his bottom lip.

“How come you never talk to me?” You suddenly blurted it out, instantly regretting it when it slipped out of your mouth. Yunho, obviously taken aback by your question, paused his touches on your face. He let his hand fall onto his lap and quickly grabbed his hand again, encasing it between your own two.

“What I meant is! Like, why don’t we take or hang out more often? I mean that I would like to, not that you… I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm talking about.” Yunho watched as you stumbled over your words, a smile crossing his face again as he chuckled at your franticness.

“(Name), (Name), stop.” The hand he held in your grasp, gently pulled from you, now holding your wrist. Yunho lowered his head and looked at your hand. Keeping his head down, his eyes lifted to meet yours as his thumb pressed onto the pulse point on the inside of your wrist. His other hand came up to your face, cradling your jaw softly.

Your chest felt like it was going to explode, overwhelmed with how Yunho was so close to you, how he was touching you, how he was looking at you.

“You know, I feel bad. You just thought of me while out shopping and got me a gift, but I don’t have anything for you.” Yunho frowned, dropping his gaze back down to your hand, his fingers tracing lightly up the inside of your arm, drawing circles and stars into your skin.

You shrugged gently, trying to brush it off so you didn't seem like you were expecting something back, because truly you weren’t. You just wanted to get him something.

“It’s nothing, Yu, you don’t have to -“

“No, it’s not nothing! Don’t say that.” Yunho squeezed your wrist softly, bringing your arm up and pressing whispers of kisses from your pulse point up your arm, and back down again as he spoke.

“You’re always so thoughtful. Always checking up on me, making amazing meals for us, looking so pretty all the time.” You swallowed, your face quickly heating up at the praise, and the strain in his voice as he spoke. You struggled to find words to reply to him. You never realized how much he appreciated what you do, and frankly, you didn’t realize how much you did for him.

“I wanna give you something too.” His eyes flicked up to yours, searching for consent in your eyes. You didn’t say anything. Then you whispered a question, the doubt in your mind creeping into your words.

“Yunho… you don’t have to give me anything-” Before you could continue, he pressed a finger to your lips to stop you from talking.

“Buh buh buh. Stop. This isn’t for you. Well, it is for you, but it's for me too. I want to. I want to take care of you like you take care of me, (Name).” Yunho’s hand landed on your upper thigh, gently kneading it like he was trying to ease the tension, keeping his eyes on yours.

“Is that okay?” The slow, gentle rub on your thigh was comforting, however, not calming in the least. The tendons in his hands flexed as he stroked his hand about the expanse of your leg. He stopped when your thigh tensed, resuming when you opened your mouth to speak.

“Yes.” barely there, in a whisper.

“Words, angel, use them please.” Yunho inched closer to you on the couch, his other hand coming around to cup the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his, his nose just barely brushing against yours.

His smell enveloped you, his bangs tickled your forehead as his staggering breath fanned against your lips.

“Yes.” You spoke louder, pressing a soft kiss against his lips, testing the waters. “Please.” You expected Yunho to chase your lips, but instead, he just smiled and leaned back.

“I knew it.” Your heart stopped. What's he doing?

“All this time since you moved in, I thought maybe I was a pervert.” He lifted his hand and gently pushed against your chest, urging you to lie on your back on the couch, your head on the armrest. He slowly crawled over on top of your body, one leg slotted between your thighs with his knee just barely brushing your core, his hands pressing against the couch by the sides of your head. He brought his face down to yours, space nonexistent between you two as his calm breaths mingled with your nervous ones.

His eyes locked on yours, shamelessly flicking to your lips every few seconds. “You’re always looking at my hands, baby. Do you like them?”

Your breath hitched, and embarrassment crept up your spine. Yeah, he had noticed. This wasn't a new fascination of yours. You had always been drawn to hands in a way, but his specifically. The long, nimble fingers, the prominent veins, and the sheer size of his palm.

Teasingly, he brought his hand up to your face, twisting his wrist to give you a good view. Slowly, he moved his hand down against your throat, his fingertips brushing against the side of your neck softly, up and down, trailing along your collarbones and between your breasts, down until they reached the hem of your shirt.

You watched with bated breath as he teased the hem of your shirt, rubbing it between his fingers, slightly lifting it and letting it fall back down.

“Want me to take it off for you? Undressing you like a gift, yeah?” A quiet whimper slipped from the back of your throat. His hand slipped under your shirt, flattening his large, warm palm against your stomach and caressing your skin gently.

Agonizingly slow, he dragged his hand up, taking his time mapping out your body, his other hand quietly lifting to cup the back of your neck again, pulling your head up to press your forehead against his. His eyes never left you as you felt his calloused fingertips brush against the underside of your breast, tracing light patterns around your areolas so softly it almost tickled. Your stomach clenched at the touch, letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

“You're so soft, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long. Can’t believe you're letting me..” His large hand cupped your breast, softly kneading the mound.

His fingers twilled the hair on the nape of your neck, occasionally squeezing the back of your neck reassuringly, like he wanted you to know that he had you. He's gonna take care of you.

“Can you whine for me, honey? I love your voice.” You didn't need to hear that, as he slipped his hand from under your shirt, lifting the hem until it sat under your chin.

“Arms up.” Breaking from your stupor, you lifted your arms as he dragged your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere in the dim living room. His eyes moved down and locked on your exposed breasts, your nipples hardening in response to the cold.

“There they are. So pretty.” Without warning, his lips crashed with yours, swallowing your whimpers while his hand found your breast again. Messy and slow, his tongue coaxing your lips open for him and slipping into your mouth. He moaned deep into you, his hand massaging your breast roughly as he lost himself in your mouth.

Every buck of his head he tried to push himself closer into you, like he was trying to melt into you, his lips relentless against you, sucking your plush bottom lip and nipping at your tongue teasingly.

Pulling away was hard for him; it almost hurt. He gave himself a moment to take you in. Swollen lips, blown pupils, and frizzy hair. A mess all for him.

His kisses trailed from the back of your ear down your neck and landed around your breasts. Kissing and soothingly running his tongue around them before latching onto your nipple. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, focused on the feeling of his warm mouth enveloping your nipple.

Taking this opportunity, his other hand moved from behind your neck and landed on the waistband of your pants, undoing the buttons before slipping his hand past the waistband of your underwear.

Your eyes shot open again at the feeling of his finger tracing a slow deliberate line up your slit, gathering your wetness. You craned your neck to the side, draping your arm over your mouth and avoiding his hot gaze. Yunho clicked his tongue and with surprising ease let his finger press against your opening, sliding perfectly inside of you, his fingertip brushing against your G-spot softly.

“I’m gonna need you to look at me, baby, I can’t give you what you need if you aren't looking at me.” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you bit your bottom lip, ripping your arm away from your eyes and slowly focusing your eyes on him. And you almost wished you hadn’t.

His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, pupils blown and hair tousled all around his flushed face. He gnawed on the inside of his cheek, his hand disappearing between your legs, his cheek pressed up against your breast, his tongue lolling against it, tracing lazy patterns around your areola. His eyes took you in, like you were the most stunning thing he had laid eyes on, which was the truth.

His eyelids fluted before his lips wrapped around your nipple again, kissing, licking and sucking as he started dragging his finger inside of you, curling it just right in that way that made your breathing hitch and your eyes roll.

“Yu-, fuck…” He nipped at your nipple, immediately soothing it with his tongue and pulling off of you with a slick pop.

“I’m trying so hard to be respectful…” He ground out the words like talking hurt his throat. You were finding it hard to focus with the attention he was giving your body, perfectly pressing your buttons and winding you up like a toy. Easily slipping another finger inside your cunt, you let a groan out deep from your chest, turning him on impossibly more.

“But baby, fuck you’re making this so hard for me…” He let his mouth wrap around your other nipple, massaging your hip with his free hand as he sloppily licked you up like candy.

“So good- wish I could eat you all day. I do…” he moaned between kisses on your breasts, switching between suckling them and biting. “I do. I really fucking do…”

Yunho’s fingers press inside of you harder, coaxing you closer to your orgasm. Unbeknownst to you, he was grinding his rock hard cock against the cushion of the couch, desperately trying to ease the pain from how hard he was feeling you soak his fingers like a slut. Your eyes watered, and you were finding it hard to breathe as his long fingers reached spots you never could. You thought back on the times you’d sit on your bed, trying so hard to reach an earth-shattering climax, imagining his fingers fucking you instead of your own. Nothing could ever compare to the real thing.

“Fuck baby, cmon get up. On my lap.” Hazily, you watched as he slipped his fingers out of you, sitting on the couch, legs on the ground. Impatiently, his big hands engulfed each side of your waist and lifted your body with ease to sit on his lap. You bent your knees on either side of his thighs, his cock pressed against your wet cunt.

He craned his neck up to look at you, immediately slotting his lips with yours. Working in tandem, his mouth devoured yours, swallowing you up like he needed you to breathe. One hand cupping your neck and pressing you as close as he could, while the other kneaded the flesh of your ass like a stress toy.

Without thinking, eyes closed as you let him fuck your mouth with his tongue, your hand slipped between your intertwined bodies, fishing his dick from out of his pants, hot and heavy in your hand.

His breath stuttered between his kisses, but his lips never left yours as you wrapped your hand around the upper half, your thumb brushing against the slit on his swollen tip.

He bit your lip accidentally at the stimulation, pulling away from your lips finally to look down at your hand wrapped around him.

His breathing quickened, and his hips bucked, chasing more of your touch as you teasingly played with him. You kept your eyes on his face, watching his eyebrows twitch and his eyes shake.

“Baby, you handle me so f-fucking well…” His moans were quiet, but so loud in the silence of your shared home, the snow howling just outside.

Your grip lowered, squeezing the base before dragging your hand up and down the length of him. His head lifted again, burying his nose in the crook of your neck, pressing desperate and wet open-mouth kisses on your collarbone, his barely contained whimpers falling against your heated skin.

“Off..” he groaned into you, but too lost in the feeling of him throbbing in your hand, you didn’t quite understand.

“H-huh?”

“Off, off- clothes off. ‘S so hot…” He shimmied underneath, shedding his shorts and nearly ripping his shirt off.

He grabbed the base of his cock, urging you to lift your hips so he could press his tip against you.

“Nice and slow for me, sweet girl, sit on it. Take your time, don’t wanna hurt yourself…” His eyes locked with yours as you complied with his request, slowly letting your hips sink down on him.

When his tip pressed in, that stupid, lazy boyish smile of his spread across his face, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyebrows cinched, focused on feeling you take him in like he was meant for you.

“There you go, slow… good, mmm, good fucking girl (Name.)” Your breath caught as you continued to lower your hips down onto him. Bottoming out with a groan, your hands gripped his shoulder, your nails digging into the blades.

You both sat there for a second, relishing the intimate feeling of just being connected. Your breaths mingled, and your thighs shook, his hands massaging your waist, squeezing your hips every time they slid back down.

When Yunho finally spoke, it was strained and so quiet you almost couldn’t hear it.

“Rock your hips. Grind on me pretty, take what you need from me. Make yourself feel good.”

You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, moving your hands to cradle his head. Cautiously testing the waters, you rolled your hips forward, his tip perfectly dragging against that sweet spot deep in your tummy. The moan you let out was borderline pornographic; nobody had ever been so deep in you, and the fact that it was Yunho was so overwhelming.

“Oh god…” You moaned, pressing your lips into his hair, gasping and whining into the soft locks. His hands gripped your hips and helped you move, pushing and pulling you, moving you back and forth on his cock.

“That's it… fuck, always knew you’d take me so well. Like me all in your guts baby, huh?” You nod against him, your breath hitching when he lifted you so you slid up his cock and back down. Effectivley using your body to fuck himself into you.

“Don't stop, keep rolling those hips, angel, do not stop.” His hand came up and gripped your throat, maneuvering your head down so he could kiss you again, groaning into your mouth as you did into his as he fucked you up and down on his cock, your hips contining to grind. With every thrust and every flick of his tongue, his fat tip constantly dragged against that spongy spot inside of you.

A smug laugh slipped past his lips as he watched how desperate you were to feel good, and he was feeling really good about himself as he watched you lose yourself on him.

“Yeah, ride it, baby, ride it…” He bucked his hips, smiling wider when your back went taught feeling the pressure inside of you, as he continued to fuck himself into you slowly, dragging your pleasure out as much as he could.

“This is all for you, for being so good to me all these months, for always being so fucking s-sweet and taking care of me…” He thrusted harder with every other word, like he was enunciating how much this meant to him.

“Thank you Yu- fuck, you’re so big thank you ngh..” He nipped at your bottom lip, giving your throat one more squeeze before moving his hand back down to your hips and forcing your hips to bounce on him a little faster.

“My pretty baby takes dick so well. I regret not fucking you sooner, coulda’ had this pussy a longgg time ago.” Yunho let his finger slip to your clit, rubbing in pressurized circles, dragging the sweetest noises from you.

You opened your mouth, trying to speak, but all that came out were strangled moans and staggering breaths. Yunho understood, though, pressing his lips against yours again.

“Cumming baby?” He whispered into your mouth, smiling when you nodded, unable to speak, too busy focusing on your impending orgasm. “Good, let go. Feel it and let go for me.”

Like the obedient slut you were for him, your spine straightened and you gasped, your orgasm hitting you like a fucking train, shotting from your toes and electrifying your body like you had been shocked, up through your stomach to your brain, making you lightheaded.

When he felt you cum, his hips stuttered in you feeling you clench like a vice and began to speed up. “Yeah, yeah, yeah- good girl, let me fuck you through it, let me get you through it.”

And thats exactly what he did, without letting up the pace, Yunho fucked into you without abandon, the slap of skin on skin echoing around the living room, mixing with your broken whines and his concentrated groans as he made you fall apart like shattered glass around his dick.

“T-too much–!’ you cried when he continued to bully inside you, his fingers still not letting up on your overstimulated clit. “Gonna c-cum again, Yunho!”

Yunho felt himself reaching his peak, but he would do anything to get you to cum again. With newfound rigor, he rolled his hips into you rough, meanly kissing you and sucking your tongue like he was searching for water.

“Again, angel, again. You can do it.” He moaned loudly into your mouth, his fingers opting to rub your clit slower, this time pushing upward, the pressure increasing tenfold.

Yunho twitched inside of you, feeling as you toppled over the edge again, the second orgasm so much more intense than the first. You couldn't breath, cumming two times so close together. Your thighs burned, and your head spun, vision blurring for a second.

Yunho groaned loudly, bucking his hips a few final times before spilling himself inside of you, continuing to roll his hips into you, riding both of your climaxes out.

You slumped onto him, hands at your side as you regained your breath, thighs sticky, and your body stuck to his. Yunho kissed along your shoulder, allowing you to regain your senses as he came down from his high as well.

Slowly, when you were finally breathing normal, he grabbed your waist and lifted you off of him, sighing as he watched his cock slip out of you, placing you back on the couch.

“Don’t move, I'm gonna go grab a rag.” Yunho stood up and walked down the hallway towards the bedroom. He came back a few seconds later, wearing a pair of sweatpants and carrying a black t-shirt, a pair of underwear, and a wet rag.

He sat down on the floor and gently grabbed your ankles to move your legs to face him, spreading them so he could clean between your thighs. He wiped the cold rag along your inner thighs and cleaned you well, before slipping the pair of underwear over your ankles and up around your hips.

“Here, put this on, it might get cold in here again since we’re not fucking like rabbits anymore.” You both laughed as he handed you the t-shirt. You brought it up to your face, inhaling. It was his, and it smelled like him. You felt fuzzy as you slipped it over your head, smiling when you looked down at him.

He was gazing up at you with nothing but love in his eyes, his hands rubbing absentmindedly along your calves, soothing your aching muscles and placing gentle kisses on your ankles, and up your leg to your knee.

“How are you feeling (Name)?” He waited for your response, his hand never ceasing the gentle massaging.

“Do I even need to say?” You smiled at him, and he smiled back, moving to sit next to you on the couch.

“Guess not, moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors.” Instinctively, you smacked his shoulder in disbelief before the words settled in.

Your smile fell, and a worried look crossed your face. “Was I actually?” He let out a hoot of laughter at your reaction.

“I was joking but you were pretty damn loud. It's okay though, cuz you sounded so pretty.” Yunho kissed along your neck, smiling when you twitched from the tickling feeling.

Suddenly, you remembered the dinner that was still in the kitchen, and you stood up and made a beeline for the kitchen.

“Come on Yu, I'm fucking starving and you made me forget I made dinner.” Yunho chuckled and stood up, following you to the kitchen to make himself a bowl.

With your food in hand, you sat on the couch together, with you lying between his legs, the back of your head lying against his chest as you ate together. The snow fell quietly, and the TV droned in the background as you basked in each other's presence.

“Does this mean you’ll come out of your man cave more now?” Yunho scowled at you and playfully flicked your forehead.

“Don't get smart with me, young lady…” he paused and smiled.

“Of course, gotta give my girl the attention she deserves, right?”

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ravenempress101 · 1 day ago

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can you imagine subby yunho with subby reader

like yunho already suffer from oral fixation and it certainly didnt help when his gf comes home tipsy and get a little handsy with him, yk like small kisses here and there and sucking his finger begging him to do something to her

another fic that is long overdue (i apologize again) . this one is pretty short since i didn't know where to take it, BUT i would love to make it a full fic if anyone else would like or if you would like a continuation.

── tags: smut, oral fixation, teasing, praise, begging, subxsub, yunho loves your mouth and wants to use his mouth, wc: 600+

“yuyu?” you call out into the dark, empty living room as you enter your apartment. you were just coming back from an outing with your friends, and there might have been some drinking involved.

you didn’t feel that drunk, you were tipsy at most. maybe your face a little warm, you were swaying and stumbling over your feet, and your body was buzzing. but, you weren’t drunk…

“in the room,” he shouts in response as you shuck your shoes off and peer down the hallway at the door that was cracked open. you make your way down and enter the bedroom where you find yunho sitting cross-legged on the bed with a book in hand.

he looked good. all messy hair, glasses perched on his nose, chewing on his bottom lip as he immersed himself into the book he was reading. you can feel your breathing getting heavier as you stare, heat simmering in your lower belly.

you decide to climb into his lap, yunho stretching his legs out so you can straddle him. it wasn’t the smoothest move, hitting the bed on the way onto it with an ‘oof’, but it makes yunho laugh and you pout at him.

he peeks over his book, a fond smile playing on his lips. a hand coming to softly rest on your waist that makes the skin under his touch tingle. he takes in your appearance. your face a shade darker and a layer of sweat over you that makes your skin shine.

“had a good time i presume,” he clears his throat and shifts his gaze. his deep and raspy voice vibrates through you. you curl your fingers into the hem of his shirt upon hearing it. his hand gently glides along the curve of your waist and you have to stifle a moan from coming out.

“mhmm,” you hum with a nod of your head, dopily smiling back at him. he mumbles a ‘cute’ before taking away his touch and putting his attention back to his book.

you get annoyed that you didn’t have his full attention, huffing a breath of air that yunho doesn’t seem to notice. so you take your hands a trail them up his stomach.

he tenses under you, raising an eyebrow in your direction as you feel the ridges of his abs under your fingertips. he exhales shakily, lowering his book as his arms feel a little weak and his eyes flutter.

taking notice of his pink, parted lips, you get the sudden urge to kiss him. and you do, surging towards him and placing a tiny one on his cheek.

and another on his other cheek.

and another on his lips. yunho breathily moans, chasing after the feeling of your plush lips against his.

and just one more.

the last one being placed onto yunho’s slender finger. taking one of his hands from his book and putting it to your mouth. you were well aware of yunho's fixation on your mouth and using his mouth and you couldn't help but to rile him up a bit.

“w-what are you doing,” he gasps, a flush creeping up his neck. he places his book next to him on the sheets and looks at you with a slight glisten to his eyes, following where you were taking his hand.

you look him in the eyes as you slide his finger into your mouth, sliding and twirling your tongue around it. your free hand running under his t-shirt and across his stomach, brushing past a nipple as you explore.

“fuck,” he whines as his eyes flutter, his hips raising a bit as he watches you defile his finger. his eyes were solely trained on your mouth, how they looked parted around him. his growing boner was making his pants uncomfortably tight.

you take in another finger, sucking on the two digits as yunho loudly moans and grinds his hips up against you, which makes you whimper.

“yuyu,” you moan, muffled as you circle your tongue around him. you grab his hand and drag them down to between where your bodies meet, pressing his hand against your heat. “yunho, please…”

with a heavy breath, he shoves his fingers into your mouth and groaning as they slide against your wet tongue. his dick twitches against your hand while does it, taking his time to gently fuck your mouth with his hand.

it should bother you how he's hardly paying attention to how need you are for him right now, but it's so hot how he uses your mouth that you don't mind. ignoring your many pleas and cries about how you want him to do something, anything. you hook a finger into the waistband of his pajama pants, and look at him with begging eyes.

once he looks at you, his eyes are glossed over and his face is tinged pink. his bottom lip is red and wet from him biting and sliding his tongue along it.

"please," you whisper around his fingers, a string of drool sliding down your chin.

yunho's eyes follows it before he pops his fingers from your mouth and surges into to kiss you, lapping up the saliva on the way to your lips. nibbling on your bottom lip before he slips his tongue inside when you moan.

"can i taste you," he moans, breaking the kiss by pressing a thumb against your lip. you flick your tongue out against his thumb. yunho shivers as he presses his thumb into your mouth for you suck on, his other hand pressing against your clit.

"please yunho," you needily while.

yunho flips you onto your back, hungrily stripping you out of clothes before diving between your legs and putting his mouth to work.

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ravenempress101 · 2 days ago

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"Suck It And See." ❥Kim Hongjoong x Song Mingi x fem reader

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: sado- (mingi+joong) -masochism (reader), smoking an unidentified substance, putting a joint out on readers skin, deg + praise double whammy, thigh kissing, cunniligus + fingering, fucked up people in love <3

"What's in it?" You make the mistake of asking as Mingi holds the joint to your lips. It earns you a bite to your inner thigh, courtesy of Hongjoong; who lays between them casually licking at your cunt. Telling you without words that you know better than to question them.

"Suck it and see," Mingi hums lowly, so you open up your lips and take it, easing his glare just a bit. "That's better. That's a good brainless doll." He almost coos. Almost. As he lays down and snuggles to your side, shoving your shirt up and groping at your chest as you take a few puffs. "Don't be greedy," he says with a pinch to your side, making you squeak and immediately hold it out for him. You cup your hand under it as you hold it between his lips, shivering from the way Hongjoong drags his tongue through your folds without hurry — without care of making you feel good. He's just doing it to taste you, to tease you.

The ash falls into your cupped palm, but you know better than to jump or blow it away. It's starting to hit you — it's definitely weed. They love to make you guess what kind of strain they'd made you smoke. Sometimes they do different herbs. But you can never tell. You're always too fuzzy headed, be it from the drugs or their treatment of you. When Mingi lays back down, you pass the joint to Hongjoong. He only pulls away from your cunt enough to fit the joint into his lips, his fingers continuing their slow torment of your insides. Mingi takes your cupped hand and brings it to your chest, smearing you with ash. He doesn't even have to say anything, the act in of itself is degrading you.

When Hongjoong is done, he looks up at you and watches your face intently as he presses the smoldering joint into your thigh. The way your eyebrows twitch as your brain catches up to the sudden pain before your lip trembles with a whimper, your cunt twitching around his digits. And they laugh at you. Mingi pats your cheek, "cute little pain slut~" Hongjoong tosses the butt of the joint haphazardly and leans down, blowing on the irritated skin and making you writhe a bit before Mingi hooks his leg over your hip and holds you down; biting at your earlobe and moaning quietly as he soaks in your small whines. "You done?" He asks.

"Yes, sir. T-thank you, sir." Your obedient words are rewarded with Hongjoongs fingers slowly curling inside of you, his soft lips pressing against the new mark on your thigh; placed amongst an array of older ones. Almost apologetic, but also not in the slightest because —

"Have to mark up our pretty doll so she knows her place~"

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ravenempress101 · 3 days ago

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I don’t know when you’ll see this, but that idea you posted back in December of Mafia San… if you actually wrote that, I’d be eternally grateful 😭✨

Enjoy The Ride

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, mafia au, voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex, death, guns, blood, praise, hopeless romantic yet morally grey sannie *not proofread, just pure horny*

[the fact that i was already working on that idea, and then you send this? literally peak fucking timing nonnie 😩😩] this is the post theyre referencing btw

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San's meetings were always bloody. You just made them look pretty.

You were perched in his lap, back arched ever so slightly, hips moving at a rhythm meant to tease. It wasn’t like you were trying to be discreet—your moans were soft, yes, but they weren’t hidden. You didn’t care. Let them watch.

After all, he didn’t.

His hand was curled around your waist, diamond ring glinting where it rested just under your chest. His other arm sat lazily on the table, long fingers curled around a matte black pistol. The room was silent except for the creak of the chair beneath you and the occasional gasp—not from you, but from the men seated around the long table.

You could feel their eyes, trying to be subtle, flicking between you and the weapon San hadn’t even aimed yet. You tilted your head and licked your lips slowly.

One man stared too long.

Click.

Bang.

The shot echoed like a crack of lightning, and the man slumped forward onto the table, his coffee mug crashing to the ground. You barely blinked. “Aww,” you pouted, adjusting your hips like nothing had happened. “He was kind of cute, too.”

San’s voice was low. “They’re all disposable.”

His grip on your waist tightened. Not to stop you—just to remind you that you were his. And that anyone who forgot that? Well, they'd get the same treatment. Another man shifted awkwardly in his seat across the table. His eyes flicked downward for half a second.

Bang.

You giggled. “That one didn’t even look that hard.”

“He should’ve known better.”

You leaned forward, hands on San’s broad shoulders, letting out a pleased hum as you moved again—intentionally slow, intentionally indulgent. Your dress was pushed high on your thighs now, your lipstick smudged, your smile shameless.

“Getting jealous, baby?” you teased. “You do get a little murder-y when they see what’s yours.” San’s voice was like velvet and fire. “They don’t get to see you. Not like this. Never like this.”

“And yet you let me sit here like this,” you whispered in his ear, “knowing damn well they’d look.” He turned his head just slightly, brushing his nose along your jaw. “Because I like the excuse to kill them.”

The air in the room had turned suffocating. No one moved. No one dared speak. The smell of gunpowder mixed with your perfume, heady and intoxicating. Death clung to San like a cologne, and yet he held you like a man worshipping his whole world.

You gripped his jaw, forcing him to look up at you. “Still focused, Sannie?” The nickname made his lips twitch. A flicker of softness in a storm of blood.

“For you?” he murmured. “Always.”

And with that, he placed the pistol back on the table, unbothered by the bodies slumped around him, and pressed a kiss to your throat—right where your pulse jumped against his lips.

No one else in the room would survive.

But you?

You were adored.

Your fingers threaded into San’s hair lazily, the way one might toy with silk. You could feel the strain in his shoulders under your touch—not from stress, no. From restraint. The scent of blood was in the air, sharp and metallic, but you barely noticed anymore. You were too used to being the center of his world to care what happened around you.

Another man across the table was shaking now, eyes downcast, trying so hard not to look. But fear made people twitchy. Predictable. Weak.

He shifted, his gaze flickering up.

San didn’t even give a warning this time.

Bang.

Another shot. Another mess.

You sighed and rested your head on San’s shoulder. “Sannie,” you murmured sweetly, like you hadn’t just watched the life drain from someone’s eyes, “you’re gonna get blood on my shoes.”

San’s hand smoothed up your thigh, squeezing just enough to make you melt. “Then don’t wear white to a war room,” he said, voice amused. You giggled. “But white makes me look innocent.”

His eyes finally met yours—black and gleaming, but warmer now, just for you. “You haven’t been innocent since the day I married you.”

“And whose fault is that?”

San smiled. Not the polite kind. The kind that promised ruin.

The table was nearly empty now. The few remaining men were silent, visibly sick, avoiding both your gaze and his. You didn’t care. You were too busy tracing the edge of San’s collar, the smooth line of his throat, the barely-there scratch under his jaw—your scratch.

He glanced around the room, then leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “Finish up, sweetheart. I’ve got plans for you when they’re gone.”

You smirked, rolling your hips just enough to make his breath hitch. “They’ll be dead before I’m done,” you whispered, teasing.

He kissed your cheek like it was Sunday morning.

“Then I’ll kill them quietly.”

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♡ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Professor of Philosophy, Jeong Yunho x student reader ♡ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You knew from the beginning that distracting Yunho while he was working was one of the worst decisions you could ever make, but you still decided that the sweet risk of punishment was totally worth it. ♡ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 / 𝔄𝔲 / 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢: Smut, University!AU, Sugar Daddyl!AU, Dark Academy!AU, Student х Teacher, Forbidden Relationship ♡ ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 6.2k ♡ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Older Yunho (37) / younger reader (20), Hardcore dom Yunho/ sub reader, rapturous consent, degrading, humiliation, power play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex toys (dildo, sex machine), pet names, dirty talk, orgasm delay, overstimulation, praise kink, squirt, wet and dirty, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and more. ♡ net: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity ♡ 𝔄|𝔑: This is the fourth time I'm doing this, do you think it will be a charm? Well my sugar bunnies, are you ready for Hardcore Dom Yunho, huh? I promised you that I would show you his dark and powerful side, and I always keep my promises. So buckle up, sugar bunnies, you're in for a wild ride. ♡ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 at the end of the post. ♡ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 - check for more 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉 - Your love makes all this possible

That was something specific, inherent only to Yunho. Something incredibly dark and vicious, something that always made you feel so small, submissive, and defenceless in his domineering presence. It was something that drove all your instincts to be obedient to him and try to please him in every way possible.

And right now you could feel it like never before.

Yunho deliberately continues to ignore you, instead focusing all his attention on checking the exam essays for his philosophy class, among which you know your name will be too, neatly written in black matte ink next to a calligraphically exquisite vulgar red 'A'. But even with this dismissive attitude on his part, you know for a fact that he's just as horny as you are, maybe even more so, but unlike you, Yunho has always been able to control his dark desires to perfection.

And that was one of the many things that attracted you to older men—the ability to control everything in their lives, including you.

You knew from the beginning that distracting Yunho while he was working was one of the worst decisions you could ever make, but you still decided that the sweet risk of punishment was totally worth it. This time, though, you had to admit that the punishment that Professor Jeong had chosen for you this evening was making you feel really nervous.

The position you're in right now makes you feel too vulnerable. But still, you can feel your whole body heating up in anticipation of what's about to happen. The burning heat of arousal builds up between your legs, causing your sticky, viscous juices to gush through the sheer material of your mesh thong and drip copiously from your little, fluttering hole.

Dressed only in a sheer mesh set of luxurious lingerie that was really nothing more than a few tiny pieces of completely useless fabric held together by thin silk ribbons and which barely covered your plump, wet with excitement cunt and large, heavy tits. Your soft, plump flesh boldly protruded from the too-small cups of your bra, allowing everyone to enjoy the lewd view of your bare breasts and nipples hardened by the cold air, one of which had a brand new, glistening piercing.

The overconfident and arrogant white gold and diamond 'Y' glittered faintly in the semi-darkness of the room with every move you made, and right now, standing on all fours in Yunho's private office, feeling the cool tip of the vanilla lube smeared dildo teasing the tender folds of your eager pussy, you finally realise the power he has over you. And even that precious little "charm" on your swollen, sensitive nipple serves as a clear, second-by-second reminder that every breath you take belongs to him.

After all, Professor Jeong has some pretty unconventional ways of marking what's his—one day he'll leave a vivid heart of purple-stained hickeys and bloody wine bites on your breasts, another day he'll use your thong as an impromptu plug so you can keep his sperm in your well-fucked pussy all day. And after that, he leads you by the hand to a tattoo parlour to get you a nipple piercing with the capital letter of his name as jewellery.

Despite his age, wealth, and influential social status, Yunho was still incredibly unpredictable and even a bit too youngly playful at times, but that didn't stop him from being a man with a capital "M". A man who treated you like a precious princess and fucked you like a dirty, worthless slut.

"Are you feeling comfortable, my little princess?" Yunho asks you in a low voice, effectively snapping you out of your thoughts and bringing you back to reality.

His voice sounds deeper and huskier than you've ever heard it before, sending electric shocks through your entire body, and you barely manage to hold back a sigh of annoyance at your own body's overly enthusiastic reaction to something as insignificant as someone's voice.

He leisurely puts aside the pile of checked essays and finally dignifies you with his dark gaze. You can practically feel his hungry, desire-filled eyes creeping over your bare skin until they stop at the curve of your soft, plush butt and the small sex machine set up right behind you.

This was the kind of you he liked best—dressed up so beautifully, submissive and patiently awaiting your punishment. In short, you looked just perfect for him to want to fuck you senseless.

"Mmm... I think I can say that, Professor Jeong." When you answer him, there's a touch of subtle trembling in your voice.

Hot, viscous moisture gushes from your pussy, completely soaking the thin material of your thong and running down the inside of your thighs until thick drops of your juices begin to drip onto the floor beneath you, leaving dark, wet marks on the fluffy, ashy carpet as you wriggle and squirm in your place under the heavy intensity of his gaze.

"Ah, I can see that." Yunho let out a deep, grim chuckle—contempt was clearly audible in that soft, silky sound. A thoughtful expression appeared on his unfairly handsome face, which, as you knew, did not bode well for you; your professor looked at you as if he couldn't decide what he wanted more, to continue torturing you or to eat you alive. "I think I've lost count of the number of times I've told you not to disturb me while I'm busy, Princess." When he begins to speak again, his voice is lower and hoarse, and that seductive, almost purring sound slides over your skin like a forbidden caress, making your whole body tremble with anticipation.

A searing flash of sweet arousal flared deep in your belly, causing your pussy to involuntarily clench, sending jolts of intense, electric pleasure straight to your heated, quivering core, making your tiny, juice-soaked little hole contract with the desire to be filled by the thick cock.

You needed to satisfy that hunger that was eating you from the inside out, that oppressive feeling of emptiness inside you that could only be filled by a huge cock. A massive and long one, with visibly bulging veins that could really hit all the sensitive spots inside you and make you have orgasm after orgasm.

All these thoughts made your tiny thong even more uncomfortable and unpleasantly sticky from the amount of fluid that was pouring out of you; your tiny clit swelled and throbbed weakly, and you took a moment to squeeze your thighs together as hard as you could to ease this intrusive sensation just a little. But that only caused more of your slime to flow down your legs.

Your skin feels as if it's on fire, your whole body is shaking and tingling with excitement, as if every single cell in your body is burning white hot. You are too sensitive, and you can't hold back the loud, pitiful sob that comes out of your throat because of this inappropriate enthusiastic reaction to Professor Jeong. Especially since this adult, filthy rich, luxurious man hasn't even touched you yet.

Your knees rub painfully against the expensive wool carpet as you seductively arch your back and spread your legs wider, pressing your breasts against the floor to show Yunho your pussy and booty in the most lewd way possible. In this new position, the cold, slippery silicone head of the dildo presses right against your slit, the thick artificial cock touching your aching clit as you move weakly against it, desperate for more physical stimulation. The contact is so pleasurable that it sends a tangible shiver down your spine, and you moan loudly from that tiny moment of pleasure it gives you.

"What's wrong, Princess? So eager to get a cock in your lusty, wet cunt, even if it's a fake one." He begins, elegantly rising from his seat and leisurely walking over to you. "Look at you, pretty girl, you're so desperate to use the sex machine and fuck yourself on it when it's not even turned on." Yunho crouches down next to you before wrapping his long, slender fingers around your chin and lifting your face up to look up at him.

He's so close; his beautiful big eyes are so dark and predatory, there's an almost animal hunger in them that's hard to hide, and it makes your heart beat faster like a bunny caught in a trap.

The air between you crackles with tension and desire; you feel yourself sweating; you are so desperate and needy for him, and this incredibly luxurious man in front of you knows that, and that knowledge gives him absolute power over you.

"What am I going to do with you, my little slut?" Your professor's words are accompanied by a seductive, lecherous grin, and that grin contains a thousand of the dirtiest and most disgusting words and dark promises.

Whatever your answer would be, Yunho already knew exactly how he wanted to hang out with you, and it made you feel hot and cold at the same time.

Nevertheless, you decided to answer, knowing that disobeying would only make your current situation worse.

'P-Professor...' You begin, slightly stammering over your words. "I want you to fuck me. Please, Yunho, I'll be on my best behaviour, promise. Just fuck me, please; I need it so bad.' You moaned, looking up at your handsome, sexy professor with big, pleading eyes through your fluffy, fluttering eyelashes.

Your reply made Yunho chuckle before he left a light, airy kiss on your temple and rose from his position, straightening his beautiful, seemingly endless long legs. From your seat, you can clearly see the outline of his thick erection straining under the tight designer fabric of his pants, and your mouth begins to drool at the thought of feeling that magnificent cock inside you.

Yunho slowly walks around you until he's at your back, then crouches down beside you again, this time placing his large, warm palms on your soft, plump buttocks. Your skin tingles at his touch, and you unconsciously wiggle your butt from side to side, causing the tip of the dildo to rub harder against your wet, quivering folds and the sticky and your soaked thong to gather between your lewdly open, plump labia.

Even at this slightest stimulation, your stomach clenches in a hot, reflexive spasm, and your palms become uncomfortably damp with sweat.

"Sweetie, you promise me to behave every time when I punish you, and yet...' Yunho's sultry, purring voice was full of feigned sugary tenderness as he pressed his index finger against your needy cunt with a kind of sadism, pushing the sticky, wet fabric of your thong deeper between your plump labia. "And yet here you are again. Begging to be fucked like a pathetic slut. Is this, is this how my precious princess is supposed to behave?' He runs his finger lightly up and down your slit before he slides it over the spot where your clit is, causing your hips to shake weakly.

'Mhh... Professor Jeong, I... I just...' You sob pitifully in an unsuccessful attempt to explain yourself.

"Just look at you, trying to excuse yourself like the real whore; doesn't that look pathetic?" Long, viscous strands of your sugary slime reach for his elegant fingers as he pulls his hand away from your hotly aroused pussy. "Fuck, princess, you're flowing like a bitch in heat, so eager to be fucked, aren't you? How can I be nice to you when you're the one who's in demand of your own punishment?" Yunho hissed through clenched teeth; from such a filthy spectacle, his heavy, massive cock twitching in the tight confines of his designer pants and underwear, fresh drops of pre-cum leaking from the swollen head, dripping down its thick, wiry length, coating it in a glistening layer of moisture. Had the circumstances been different, he would have pulled your silky, tight cunt over his cock like a glove, but today he must teach you a lesson and punish you for your disobedience. "Next time you'll think twice before getting under my desktop and start sucking my dick greedily, distracting me from my class." With these words, your tiny thong flies off your body in one swift movement of his hand, exposing your pink, oozing pussy to his hungry gaze.

The sight of your plump, pink cunt makes his mouth water, and Yunho can't help but press his handsome face against your warm, slippery folds and slowly run his tongue along your labia. The pressure of the passionate, wet, open-mouthed kisses that alternate with the rhythmic, caressing movements of his soft, experienced tongue as it swirls between your quivering folds is enough to drive you crazy.

A helpless sob escapes from your throat as Yunho's thumb slips into your tiny hole, stretching it slightly, only to plunge his tongue into the warmth of your tender, sensitive opening, and you immediately clench around him, trying to hold on to the sensation for as long as possible.

"Please... Please give me more. I need to feel your tongue going deeper and deeper into my pussy. Screw me with your tongue, please...' Your tone is so terribly whiny, and you move your hips lustfully, trying to match the movements of Professor Jeong's greedy tongue, letting his soft, plump lips latch on to your swollen, thirsty for caress bud.

"Don't you dare tell me what I have to do, Princess." His voice drops a few octaves to something closer to a dangerous growl. The sensual vibrations on your clit literally make your whole body tremble. "And if you continue to act like a pathetic, cock-hungry slut, I'm going to have to extend your punishment, darling, and I'm sure you won't like it. I'm going to tie you to my bed, princess, and fuck you until you can't even lift a finger, and your soft belly will swell from the amount of cum I'm going to pour into you. And I will do it again and again and again until your insides rearrange themselves to memorise the shape of my cock. And all you'll be able to do is lie there and take what you're given." Yunho pulls his handsome face away from your pussy; instead, his hands grab your hips, spreading your thighs further apart and bringing you into the position he wants. His fingers dig into your soft, plump flesh, leaving angry scarlet marks on it as he roughly spreads your thick buttocks apart in the dirtiest way possible to fully expose your cunt oozing viscous, molasses-like juices. "Do you understand me, baby?"

"Mmm, yes...I understand you, Professor Jeong.". You whimpered pitifully, your cheeks flushing a hot, dark berry red at Yunho's obscene, filthy words, but still you couldn't deny the searing rush of excitement they were causing in your body.

Yunho lets out a low, velvety moan as he admires your beautiful pussy, so wet and swollen. More warm saliva gathers in his mouth, and he growls again, this time from burning, bubbling, lava-like lust as he sees the dense, viscous drop of your mucus dripping from your sweet little hole. Fuck, he wants to see it all stretched and gaping, quality fucked and filled with his thick, milky sperm. Yunho wants to fuck you, stupid, until you are reduced to a crying, drooling mass.

He spits on your quivering folds a few times, making them even more wet and messy, before his hands pull you back until your pussy is pressed tightly against the huge, thick dildo that slides easily into your hole, stretching the tight, delicate walls of your cunt. Your head falls helplessly, and you moan with pleasure as the cold toy penetrates deeper into you.

"Haven't you had enough of these games, little girl? Pretending to be Miss Pink Sugar when in reality you're nothing more than a slut hungry for cock'. Yunho is blatantly mocking you, and you can clearly hear the sarcastic, arrogant tones in his deep, husky voice. You don't even have time to reply to him before his heavy, broad hand comes down on your plump butt to give you a hard spanking. You sob, unconsciously pushing your hips back, hoping to get more of that hot and spicy sensation, which only makes you want to push yourself deeper into the thick silicone cock attached to a sex machine. "Did I tell you that you can move, eh? You impatient little bitch." Your professor hisses, the burning pain mixing with the pleasure as his hand touches your ass again, this time even more roughly, causing your tender skin to aggressively redden and begin to tingle.

'N-no, sir! I'm so sorry.' You whimper pitifully at his reproachful tone. Your fingernails are scraping the carpet on the floor as he spanks you once more. But in spite of this, you continue to be disobedient and begin to slowly turn your hips in the direction of the artificial cock as you fuck yourself on it. The silicone is cold and smooth from the copious amounts of lube that Yunho has so generously smeared over it with his big, beautiful palm, and the contrast in temperature between it and your hot cunt makes you moan loud and long.

"What a slut you are. A cock-hungry, horny, heated bitch who can't wait to be fucked like a cheap street whore. Look at you, princess; I don't even have to turn on the sex machine; you do all the work yourself." Yunho's fingers dig painfully into your flesh as you continue to work your pussy along the massive length of the dildo. "This should have been your punishment, my darling, but you seem to have a bit too much fun. Though there's nothing I can't fix, right, princess?"

You scream as Yunho suddenly flips a switch, and the sex machine comes to life and begins to move in a steady, powerful rhythm. Your eyes instantly lose focus, and your mouth opens as the toy begins to move inside you. One of Yunho's hands slides under your body and roughly squeezes one of your large, plump tits, still held in place by the transparent mesh cups of your luxurious bra, before his long, slender fingers wrap around your swollen nipple and pinch it between them.

"Oh, God, Sir..." You let out a loud sob that is cut off halfway through and turns into a long moan of lust and desire. Your hips visibly tremble as you mindlessly wiggle them in a futile attempt to match the fast mechanical rhythm of the silicone toy. "I...aaa...I... It feels so good... P-Professor Jeong, I need you so badly...'' You had trouble concentrating on anything but the massive dildo that was now penetrating deep into your pussy, forcing your slippery, tight walls apart with each powerful thrust.

Your moans grow louder and louder, your sweet, round cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as you hear the heavy fake balls slapping against your clit as the toy continues to rhythmically push back and forth on it full length into your tight pussy. The blunt, rounded head of the fake cock rests against your cervix with each thrust with such force that it practically penetrates it.

Ignoring your loud sobs, Yunho flips the switch again, increasing the speed of the sex machine and making it fuck you in an incredibly fast and even more hard rhythm.

You try to match the speed of the sex machine, but it is too much for you. Your big, juicy tits jiggled lewdly in time to the movements, the walls of your pussy clenching as you tried to keep the fake cock inside you as the pleasure coursed through your body wave after wave.

Yunho can see that you're too close to cum—your cheeks are flaming, airy sobs of pleasure are relentlessly escaping from your plump, doll-like lips, which open in a perfect orgasmic 'o,' and your eyes are clouded with pleasure and glistening with unshed tears.

So he pushes your hips forward, pulling your body away from the sex machine, the silicone dildo slipping out of your cunt with an embarrassingly loud, wet squelch. You're trembling all over, your whole body shaking in little spasms, your thick, curvy thighs still moving feebly in a feeble attempt to get on a dick and finally get that long-awaited release.

"S-sir, please! Please, please let me come! I have been such a good girl for you!" You find that you can barely breathe, pathetic sobs gurgling in your throat as you feel your orgasm slipping further away from you with each passing second.

Can you just behave yourself well and be my precious sugar princess instead of being a lowly, useless whore?" Professor Jeong says arrogantly. All you can do is whimper softly and wriggle in your seat, looking up at him with big, begging eyes, in a silent plea for him to let you come. "You look so pathetic, my pretty little girl, but I can't say I don't like it. Maybe even too much for your own good, Jewel."

Your luxurious professor doesn't say another word but instead wraps his gorgeous big hand around the massive, sinewy girth of silicone dick, slick from the vanilla lube and your mucus, before guiding it back into your pussy.

As soon as the thick head slides fully into your small, used opening, greatly stretching the thin, delicate edges of your tiny hole, the loud, mechanical sound of the sex machine switches on, and the disgusting, wet squelching of your eager pussy fills the room again.

Instantly, a new wave of searing pleasure rushes through your body like a super-duty tsunami, completely consuming all of your thoughts. You're so distracted by it that you don't even notice Yunho kneeling before you until you feel his thumb trace the outline of your plump lips. Your lips immediately open for him, giving him the opportunity to slide his finger into the inviting, hot wetness of your mouth as you stare at him with eyes glazed with desire.

"I'm going to fuck that sweet little mouth of yours, Princess. I'll make you choke on it until your throat remembers the shape of my cock, and I can't see it bulging on your neck. And you'll love it, every fucking second of it." You whimper weakly as his finger slips from your mouth, and instead of that, his hand rests instead on the large bulge of his cock, clearly visible on his trousers.

He strokes himself lazily in front of you a couple of times before he unzips his expensive designer trousers and slides them down, along with his boxers, until his hard, massive cock and his heavy, cum-filled testicles are fully exposed for you. God, you'll never stop admiring your stunningly handsome professor's cock. It's huge, thick, and so wiry, with a swollen, reddened glans and throbbing, visibly protruding veins, all shiny and wet from the copious amounts of pre-cum flowing from the tiny, sensitive hole at the tip.

"Come on, Princess, don't be shy. I know how much you want my cock, don't you? Show me what a good girl you can be, and I might even let you come.". He strokes your head affectionately, like petting a favourite kitten, before pushing down hard on the back of your head until you cradle the warm, slippery head with your lips. Your tongue quickly flicks across the soft, velvety surface, greedily licking up drops of bittersweet pre-cum, and Yunho hisses at the incredible sensation, throwing his head back to expose his long, seductive neck to you and rolling his eyes in pleasure. 'Oh fuck, baby. Keep it up.' He moans once more.

You greedily savour his low, hoarse moans, swirling your tongue around him as you slowly begin to get drunk on his excitement. You can feel the warm, rhythmic throbbing of his cock in your mouth, and wanting to intensify the sensation, you rub the delicious, protruding vein on his silky, slippery length with your tongue several times. As you press your lips harder around it, you make Yunho's hips twitch and push his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth until it will hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag.

You let out loud and long moans around its massive length, sending pleasurable vibrations through it, before you fully relax your jaw and allow Yunho to push his hard, hot cock even further down your throat.

"Take it, my princess. You want me to be proud of you, right?" With those words, Professor Jeong wrapped both hands around your head, holding you in place, and you dug your fingers into the soft carpet beneath you, trying to gain some stability, waiting for what would happen next. The next movement of his hips pushed the head of his cock deep into the back of your throat, and he let out a hoarse, lustful moan as he felt your soft, warm throat immediately tighten around him like a silk vise. The sound this amazing man made was almost enough to bring you to your climax. 'That's it." The low growl in his voice betrayed the darker, sadistic part of his personality. The part he so rarely showed, preferring to hide it behind the sweet and elegant image of a perfect gentleman and an ideal man in every way.

Professor Jeong Yunho was what you might call a wolf in sheep's clothing, and though he rarely gave you a glimpse of his true predatory nature, you always knew it was somewhere close by, languishing and bubbling beneath his skin, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself.

But that's something you can think about another time, not when Yunho continues to hold your face in place and insistently pushes his massive, velvety length down your throat until his balls press against your chin.

You start to feel dizzy as the heavy, silky length completely fills the small, moist space of your mouth, restricting your ability to breathe normally, and you lift your wide-open, tear-filled eyes upwards to seek his approval of how well you've served his in every way luxurious dick. And judging by the way your professor is looking at you right now, you've done a more than excellent job.

He's heavily and intermittently breathing as if he's just run a marathon. Hoarse, velvety moans escape his parted lips every time your throat reflexively tightens around the huge girth as you swallow his cock, the slippery, narrow walls of your throat massaging his protruding with excitement and lust, throbbing veins. A rich, dark cherry blush spread across his handsome cheeks and long neck, where tiny drops of sweat flowed down until they disappeared into the collar of his classic white shirt, and his eyes were half-closed and full of dark, honeyed desire. In a nutshell, he looked absolutely fucked.

Seeing all this, you can't help but feel a small pang of pride that you're the reason your incredibly attractive, hot professor is in this dishevelled state right now. Even though you can see the obvious outline of his hard, massive erection on your neck, and the thick silicone toy continues to pound relentlessly into your pussy, filling the room with embarrassing wet, slippery sounds and loud squelching as the fake cock goes in and out of you.

This goes on for a few more minutes that seem like an eternity to you, before Yunho finally pulls away from you. A dirty grin plays on his beautiful, plump lips as he watches your saliva mixed with pre-cum dripping down your chin as you desperately try to get your breathing back to normal.

"Pretty girl, it seems to me that you can't get enough of my cock. Or is it because of that stupid fucking toy that your cunt swallows so greedily, hmm?" Professor Jeong says with a wry smile as you whimper pitifully at the loss of the hot, luscious cock in your mouth. "It's so pathetic. Don't you think so, princess? But, you know, I actually think it's even cute in a way, all this pleading, crying, and drooling, but it's also starting to get a bit tiresome, as I've seen it all before. Now behave yourself and take your punishment like a big girl." The switch on the sex machine clicks into place again, and you let out a shrill scream as the fake silicone cock begins to thrust into your cunt at a frantic pace.

Your eyes lose focus completely, and your mouth opens in a mute scream as the toy moves inside you, relentlessly stimulating your sweet spot and hitting your cervix every time the cock goes full length inside you, till the sticky, lube-stained testicles slap against your sensitive, throbbing clit.

Vast streams of your mucus leak from your sloppy, stretched hole, coating the dildo with a thick layer of shiny glaze and dripping onto the floor, making a huge wet stain on the light grey carpet beneath you. Your legs are trembling as you try to hold yourself upright, and your toes are clenching together with a sharp, scalding hot sensation of pleasure.

"That's it, baby doll, take it all; that's what you wanted, isn't it, you slutty, worthless whore?" Yunho growls, watching intently as you writhe and moan. With each thrust, the toy plunges full length into you, and he can see its impressive size making your belly bulge.

Another click, and the speed of the sex machine becomes almost unbearable for you. You scream loudly as you feel the artificial veins on the dildo stretch along the walls of your vagina with each mechanical thrust.

"Please, please, please, please let me cum. Please, let me come, Professor! I'll be such a good girl for you! I promise!" You're shaking all over, your orgasm becoming more and more palpable, and you know it's going to be fantastic.

The movements of the dildo are now causing you a dull throbbing pain of pleasure as it rubs against your sensitive, tender pussy. As the blunt tip of the fake cock penetrates your cervix for a moment, you let out a deafening, strangled squeal at how full you are now. When this happens, both of you clearly hear how the streams of thick, sweet mucus gush from your cunt. Tears of pure pleasure trickle from your lust-glistening eyes as the pleasure builds faster and faster in your belly with each passing second, reaching a tipping point of blinding, incandescent satisfaction at an unbelievably frightening speed.

Your orgasm was so damn close that you could almost taste it on the tip of your tongue.

Your lower abdomen clenches in a reflexive spasm, and you half gasp, half scream as raw, blunt pleasure pierces your core, your walls contracting around the dildo as the overwhelming wave of pleasure completely overwhelms you. You scream his name loudly, your voice hoarse and cracked from how ruthlessly Yunho had used it earlier as you plumbed the depths of pure bliss. The walls of your pussy are quivering and throbbing as you try to hold the toy inside you, the sweet juices pouring out of your swollen, fucked hole like a waterfall.

The movements of the sex machine slow down as you relive your orgasm but never stop, and you lift your eyes up in bewilderment, looking to your dark, gorgeous professor for an explanation.

"Ah, my sweet, empty-headed girl, there really must be nothing but air in your pretty little head now that you are thinking that your punishment is over. Look at you, looking at me so pitiful and begging, yet your cunt continues to greedily milk that dildo like it's starving and you're drooling, bitch. Sometimes I have the feeling that you were only made to take cock and be a pretty sperm dump." Yunho's aura becomes even more dominant and dark, his voice is hoarse and passionate, and he has that dangerous, demonic tone to him that makes your skin crawl with goosebumps.

"I can't... I can't take it; it's so much...' You whimpered. Your whole body was shaking from the sensory overload that was washing over you like a tidal wave. 'Oh God, s-sir, turn it off! Please, I can't... Oh, goddamn it! Sir, I'm begging you...'

"Oh no, no, no, sweetheart, it doesn't work this way.". Yunho says as he looks down at you and strokes his cock in a lazy manner. His large, elegant palm glides languidly down its massive, hard length; his cock is slippery and shiny from all the pre-cum that's oozing out. 'Let's up the degree; I think you've had enough of a warm-up already."

'Please...d-don't...I'll behave myself...' You were completely lost in the overwhelming sensations of indescribably painful ecstasy that shook you with each thrust of the huge dildo.

You collapsed onto your forearms, your arse still defiantly raised and lewdly exposed. Your mouth was open, as if to help you breathe, and you moaned loudly, saliva bubbling at the corners of your lips and dripping from your tongue onto the floor; it's almost disgusting but at the same time pornographically attractive.

Right now you look like a complete fucking mess.

The dildo continued to bob rhythmically in your trembling cunt that was oozing with thick, sweet goo as you tried to comprehend what was happening. A sharp sensation of pleasure pierced every nerve in your body, and sparks of hot ecstasy tinged your skin. Your sensitive pussy trembles, your tender labia red and swollen.

The pleasure is all-consuming, and you're not sure how much more you can take. The whirring noise of the car, along with the sloppy sounds of the fake cock going in and out of your vagina, made you feel like you were drowning.

'Sir, I'm begging' you...'

'Shut your mouth, princess.' Professor Jeong slaps you on the bottom again, which only makes you squeeze even tighter around the toy. "Just take what you are given and say thank you."

Yunho's vulgar, lewd words only serve to push you further to the edge, your body shaking uncontrollably as you feel yourself starting to fall apart.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum again, Professor!" You let out another loud squeal, arching your back even more and rolling your eyes in pleasure as you come for the second time that night. This time it is a powerful, clear stream of liquid that erupts from your pussy and floods the whole of the floor beneath you.

You don't even have time to catch your breath as Professor Jeong slides his hand under your exhausted, orgasmic body to continue your torment for a little while longer. He finds your super-sensitive, painfully aroused clit and begins to rub it in tight, aggressive circles. You sob out loud, hypersensitive and stunned, your body writhing with this strange, indescribable sensation that fills your whole being and causes your eyes to roll back in your head.

You felt that familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach again, and the muscles in your thighs began to quiver as Yunho suddenly pinched your clit with two fingers.

Black dots begin to dance in front of your eyes, and the coil in your stomach bursts without warning, and you cum again, spurting violently onto your professor's fingers and the sex machine. Your body falls forward exhausted, the thick dildo slipping out of your tortured pussy, leaving you shivering and absolutely empty-headed.

Your knees ache, your tender skin burns from the irritation and the tiny scratches the carpet left on it, but that doesn't stop Yunho. His long, slender fingers don't leave your poor clit for a second, rubbing and pinching the swollen bud until you squirt for him again, letting your sweet juices run down his fingers and palm, flowing down his wrist and his bare forearms until the rolled-up sleeves of his designer shirt are completely wet.

'Please...' You whimper. Professor Jeong... Yunho, I'm so sorry... I can't take it anymore. It's too much...'

'Oh Princess, don't be like that, isn't this fun?' Yunho says mockingly, wrapping his big arms around your trembling thighs and helping you onto your back, your breasts rising and falling convulsively as you try to come to your senses and gather your thoughts, but your hole still continues to contract in post-orgasmic thrusts. Your cunt was absolutely wet and quality fucked—swollen, reddened, and sweetly glazed with your liquid lust. When your cunt literally looked like the ripest, most luscious fruit, how could anyone not want to fuck you again? "Come on, baby, don't relax too much; we're not done yet. You're going to cum on my cock and tongue a few more times, and then I'll consider accepting your apology."

Damn, this man will totally ruin you, and you can't say you won't like it.

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